Marcy Takes a Lover

Disclaimer: This story is about a white married couple finding a black man for the wife to have sex with. It is completely consensual on both of their parts, and therefore is just good, clean, fun. If you don't like this kind of thing, you should probably find something else to read.

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My name is Marcy and I have something I need to get off my chest. I live just outside of Detroit, but I was on a "weekend getaway". I still can't believe what I had gotten myself into this time. I was standing in a hotel room in Boston, getting ready to go meet a black man that my husband had found for me online, a black man that I had already agreed to have sex with.

I'm 34 years old, and I've been married to Jason for 11 years now. Jason is 2 years older than me, 5'11" tall, and is in pretty good shape. We have a membership at a gym close to our home and we both work out regularly, so I am in pretty good shape too. Actually, the last time I was in Boston, I was competing in the marathon so maybe I'm in real good shape. I am 5' 7" tall, weigh about 125 pounds and measure 34c-24-34. I am of Jewish ancestry, so I have dark, almost black hair, brown eyes, and very white skin. The time was late winter, a typical long winter in Michigan, so my skin was even whiter than normal.

Jason and I have always had a very active sex life, but up 'til now we have been monogamous. I was getting ready to change all that. As I was standing there naked in the bathroom, I looked at my thick black bush of pubic hair. I probably should have shaved it, I thought, to meet a new man, but I just hate how picky it is when it starts to grow back in. It seems to get thicker every I shave it too. Jason says it's like a Brillo pad already so I should stop shaving it altogether. I love the way it looks when I'm shaved, but don't like the itchiness. Everyone knows Jewish chicks are supposed to have furry muffs anyhow.

As I was standing there, I thought about the chain of events that had taken place to get me to where I was. It had all started 6 weeks earlier when I had told Jason about a friend of ours fucking another man while she was on a business trip. Kelly had told me about picking up a guy in the lounge at her hotel and fucking him all night long in her hotel room. She and her husband are both friends of ours. Jason had said "we'll have to be careful not to let that slip around her Joe." I told him Joe knows all about it. He lets Kelly have other lovers whenever she wants. Jason seemed quite interested in this, and asked me what else I knew about it. I said I didn't know much more, but it interested me too so I told him I would find out.

Really, I had talked to Kelly for hours about it, and I was quite intrigued by the idea. As she told me about all her lovers, I thought back to my single days. I was kind of a slut in college, and always enjoyed the variety of different cocks in my pussy. I was happy with Jason, but it was always so exciting to make love with someone for the first time. Kelly had a pretty cool deal going, I envied her.

That night, after making love, Jason asked me if I wanted to have sex with another man. I told him I didn't think I could ever do that. "Why, would you let me," I asked? He said he didn't know, he had never given it much thought.

"Are you asking my permission," he said? I told him I wasn't asking permission, but I did see other men who were attractive occasionally and had thought about how it would feel sleeping with them. He knew I had had quite a few men before I met him; we had talked about that many times.

"It's just a fantasy though," I told him, "I don't think we really need to go there with our relationship."

We talked about it several more times over the next few weeks. Jason had slowly decided that he was very turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man. I told him I would think about it, but I still didn't think I could ever actually do it. "Why do you like the idea," I asked? Do you want to fuck another woman?" He assured me he did not want to have sex with another woman; he was just turned on by the thought of sharing me with another man. He said he knew how sexy I was, I wouldn't have any trouble finding someone. He said 10 minutes on a barstool was all it would take.

I told him I wasn't about to fuck someone I met on a barstool. "How can we be sure it's safe, I asked, that the other man doesn't have any STD's or anything?" Jason said we didn't have to worry that much about STD's, because they would have to wear condoms. I told him he would still have to find a way to check if he's safe, condom's aren't foolproof you know. I told him what I was really worried about was doing anything that would cause problems with our marriage, but he said he had thought about it enough that he was sure he could handle it.

"You wouldn't be jealous," I asked? He told me that he would be very jealous, but even more turned on at the sight of me letting another man into my pussy. "What do you mean the sight of it?"

"I would want to watch," he told me. "That is the biggest turn-on for me."

"That's not what Kelly and Joe do," I said, "she just gets to sleep around whenever she wants and he wants to hear all the details afterwards." He said that would be a start, but he really wanted to see another man's cock fucking me.

I kept thinking about what we had talked about the next day, and realized that I was kind of turned on by the idea. I hadn't had a new lover since I met Jason my last year of college, I thought it might be nice to feel someone else inside me again. I decided to up the ante on Jason and see if he backed down. He had to understand that if I was going to do it, it was going to be on my terms and I was going to enjoy myself. If not, I didn't want to hear about it anymore. If he agreed to my conditions, which I was intentionally going to make very outrageous so that he wouldn't agree with them, I was going to fuck somebody. I didn't know who yet, but I would be getting some strange cock. If he didn't agree, we would return to our normal, vanilla love life.

That night, after we made love, I told him that I had been thinking a lot about it and I would agree to make love with another man for him, but only with a few ground rules. I got a sheet of paper that I had typed up on the computer earlier that day out of my nightstand and handed it to Jason.

Rules for Marcy to participate in Jason's fantasy

I, Marcy, agree to give you, Jason, what you have been asking me for, for me to make love with another man under the following conditions:

1.You have to do all the work to find my first new lover for me, but I have veto power. I will only have sex with men that I am attracted to. If I enjoy it, I may find other lovers on my own.

2.The first new lover that I take has to live far enough away that nobody we know will find out about it. This will be our little secret.

3.You are not allowed to see other women under any circumstances. I am only doing this for your pleasure, not so that you can reciprocate.

4.So that I can also experience something that I fantasize about, and that you can't give me, you have to find me a man who is extremely well endowed. Note that I do mean extremely.

5.While I know that you want to watch, the first time I make love with another man, you will not be there. I will see the man privately and you will wait for me to come back to you with the proof. It will be up to me and whomever I am sleeping with if you ever get to watch.

6.Any lover I decide to take will fuck me bareback and will cum inside my pussy, or anywhere else I decide, as many times as I want to let him, so you do need to figure out how to ensure that they are safe. Now you also know what the proof that I will bring back to you is.

7.When I bring home proof that I have made love with another man, you will thank me by cleaning it out of me, with your tongue. You will do this each and every time I bring another man's cum home for you.

8.Once I meet the man and agree to fuck him, you will not try to intervene or stop me from fucking him. If I am enjoying the experience, I will fuck my new lover for as long as and as many times as I want.

9.If I enjoy my experience, you agree that I can take as many lovers as I want. I will always tell you when I have fucked someone else, but you will accept it. This was your idea, but once I start, it will be up to me if and when I stop.

10.The man that you find to be my first new lover will be black.

There were spots for Jason and me both to sign underneath my ground rules.

Jason gulped as he read the paper, then was very quiet. He said he hadn't expected all this and would have to think about it. I thought I might have gone too far; he had gotten cold feet and changed his mind and we wouldn't through with it. I teased him about not wanting a big black cock stretching my pussy out and cumming inside me and told him how much fun it would be to feel a really large cock inside me. He said he had never thought I might be interested in a black man, he had envisioned someone who looked like him. I told him that I had always fantasized about it, so I might as well kill two birds with one stone. "Why would I want someone that looks like you? I've already got that. Come on Jason," I teased him, "just sign the paper and let's get started finding my new lover. I want some black cock." After a couple of minutes of teasing him he was hard again so we made love once more before falling asleep.

A couple of days later, Jason handed me the sheet of ground rules. It was signed. Oh my God, I thought, he still wants to me do it. I was sure I wouldn't have to go through with it after I had dropped the bomb on him the other night, and hadn't given it much more thought. He said that he had thought about it a lot and couldn't wait to watch me have sex with another man and see my pussy full of his cum. "I told you there is no way I can do it in front of you the first time," I said, "I will have to be alone with my new man. You should refer to the rules if you have any questions." Jason agreed, but said he hoped that I liked it, so I would do it again and maybe he could watch then. "You do remember that if I like it, I can fuck anyone I want from now on don't you? You do know that I kind of like fucking don't you?" He nodded yes.

I reminded him that it would also be a black man with an extremely large cock fucking me and cumming in my pussy. "I know", he said, "I can't stop thinking about it. I constantly think about a big black cock fucking your pretty little pussy bareback and cumming in you. I really want you to do it. I have already put some ads online looking for your lover." He got the computer and showed me several ads he had placed in cities around the country looking for an extremely well endowed black man to have casual sex with a happily married white woman. My hand was shaking as I signed my name on the paper, signing away my pussy to another man. I hoped Jason could handle it, because I fully intended to go through with it now. Even if he changed his mind I was going to fuck another man, a black man, at least once.

We got several responses over the next week. It seems there is an endless supply of black men that are willing to fuck a white wife. A lot of them seemed like creeps, but some seemed like nice guys just looking for some fun. Some of them even seemed like they did this a lot. I was surprised to see how many other ads there were looking for the same thing. I didn't realize at the time that it was becoming a whole lifestyle these days. I would be learning more about that too.

I visited my gynecologist the next day and got a prescription for birth control pills. Jason has an extremely low sperm count, so I don't worry about getting pregnant with him.

Jason weeded through the responses and got down to 3 choices, then called me in to pick between the 3. I read through all the top picks and looked at their pictures. Jason had really done his homework; there were casual pictures of all 3 men and also pictures of their erect cocks. All 3 claimed to be well endowed, but two had sent pictures of just a cock. I wondered if it was really them, or if they had just sent a picture from the web. The other, Derek, had sent a picture of himself nude, his whole body, with his beautiful cock fully erect. He said that he was trusting us not to show or give his picture to anyone else. I know that people can create just about anything on photoshop, but I decided that you just have to have some trust if you're going to do this kind of stuff, I mean he was showing some trust in us too by sending his picture. Of course it helped that Derek also had the largest cock of all three, it looked absolutely enormous. He said it measured 11" and was 7 ½" around and from the picture, I thought he was probably telling the truth. It was my turn to gulp as I read this; I even got a tape measure out to see how big that really was.

Just as Jason expected, I picked Derek. He was an engineer, and lived in downtown Boston. He was 34 years old, quite tall, and worked out often.

Jason exchanged several messages with Derek, telling him what we were looking for and that he had to get tested for STD's and send the proof because I was insisting on fucking him bareback. Jason said Derek told him this really excited him, he just loved cumming in other men's wives. Derek sent the proof a week later and Jason gave him the phone number to a throwaway cell phone he had bought. I think he liked playing all the secret agent games, trying to keep our identity secret.

Derek called almost immediately, and they talked on phone for quite a while. Derek had done this before, had slept with a white wife with her husband's permission and it had gone very well he said. They had a great time and the three of them were still friends. The woman would still come to Boston and spend the weekend with Derek every few months, and they had even invited Derek on a cruise with them over the winter. He said he loved sharing his big cock with married white women, giving them and their husbands the fantasy they were looking for. He said the husbands enjoyed the experience too, not as much as their wives though.

Jason decided that he thought Derek sounded like the perfect choice. He gave the phone to me and told me to see what I thought of him. I talked to Derek for well over a half hour, and agreed to meet him. He sounded very nice on the phone, and was very funny. I thought he sounded like someone I would like being around, or maybe being under. I had decided that if I liked him as well in person as I did on the phone, and Derek still wanted me, I would give Jason his wish and have sex with him. After I got off the phone, I screwed Jason's brains out. My mood kept going back and forth between excitement about what I was going to do and anger at Jason for getting me into this in the first place.

The next night, Thursday night, while his cock was buried in me, Jason told me that tomorrow night it would be another man's cock fucking me. He had made arrangements for us to go to Boston for the weekend, this weekend, and made arrangements to meet Derek tomorrow afternoon at 5 at a coffee shop not far from our hotel. "You didn't waste any time," I said.

"I didn't want you to back out," he said. "I don't get the idea that you're completely on board with this idea, at least not as much as I am."

"I'm not backing out," I told him. "I can't wait to feel that big black cock inside me." Jason immediately came inside my pussy.

That is how I came to be standing there naked in a hotel room in Boston. Jason came in while I was getting ready and tried to feel my pussy, but I just pushed his hand away. "This pussy is for another man tonight," I joked, "you are just going to have to wait for your turn. I don't even know if you get another turn in my pussy after you pimped me out."

He went in the other room and pouted while I finished getting ready for my lover, putting on a new dress that I had bought just for this occasion. It was black, with a pleated skirt that stopped just above my knees. I didn't wear anything at all underneath. I had selected the dress intentionally so I wouldn't need a bra, and I went pantiless too. I had decided that I wanted to be able to get this over with as fast as possible in case I didn't like it. I would go to Derek's pace, take off my dress, and let him fuck me. If I wasn't having fun, I would put my dress on and leave afterwards. I was getting more and more pissed off that Jason had gotten me into this but I was going to go through with it to teach Jason not to push me. He was going to lick a black man's cum out of my pussy tonight just to make sure he got the point.

We had an early dinner and got to the coffee shop about 5 pm. Derek was already there. He stood to greet us, and then we all sat down. Derek was very tall, probably 6'5" and in very good shape. He looked just like the picture he had sent us online, a very attractive man, and from the size of the lump in his pants the picture of his cock was real too. He told me I was even more beautiful than my picture and he couldn't wait to get to know me better. I blushed, thinking about what he meant, how well he planned on getting to know me. We got along fine, talking and laughing for a few minutes before I stood up and said that we had better get going.

Looking hurt, Derek said "you don't have to leave already do you? I have barely had a chance to meet you."

I laughed and said "I meant it's time for you and me to leave Derek. We have an appointment to keep." Derek smiled as he stood and took my hand in his, leading me from the cafe. Several other people were there, they had to know what was going on I thought as we walked out. Jason said that he would go back to the hotel and would be looking forward to hearing from me. "We'll see about that," I said as I went out the door.

Derek and I walked the four blocks to his building hand in hand. I expected people to be staring at us, a petite white woman and a large black man holding hands, but nobody seemed to pay any attention to us. I have to admit it was kind of exciting, walking to this black man's apartment to have sex with him. I liked acting like a slut in public once in a while, and here nobody even knew me. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter as we walked, but that was good, I needed to be wet to take the cock I was about to get. The breeze blowing across me as we walked reminded me that I was naked under my dress and made my pussy lips cold. That didn't worry me either; they would get warmed up soon enough.

We went straight to Derek's place, only stopping for a minute to kiss and get to know each other a little better. He had a condo on the twelfth floor of a beautiful high rise building in downtown Boston. Derek pulled me to him and kissed me while we were riding up in the elevator. He could tell I was nervous and told me not to worry, we would have a great time together and he would never hurt me. I relaxed as he stuck his tongue in my mouth and his hands under my dress. He was surprised to find my bare pussy there, all wet and ready for him. "Damn girl," he said, "you forgot your underwear!"

"I didn't forget anything," I said, lifting my skirt and showing him my pussy. "I wanted to be ready for you."

"I think I'm really going to like you," he said.

"I'm pretty sure you will," I said.

When we got to the room, Derek asked if I wanted a tour. "No," I said.

"What do you want to do," Derek asked?

"I want your cock inside me," I said while pulling my dress over my head and standing before him naked. Like I mentioned, at that time I only intended to fuck him once and I just wanted to get it over with. Derek said he liked how I thought as he led me to his king sized bed. He took off his shirt and stood in front of me, letting me open his pants. I slipped down his slacks and boxers together and his big cock sprang out and hit me in the face.