Amy's Story Ch. 01

Amy's Awakening

Dear reader, this is a true story. I just can not make up a story this good. I simply serve as the scribe relating what is happening with the couple I identify as "Amy" and "Mark".

I don't know how it happened, it just slipped out. I didn't intend to say it, but then it was out there, and I couldn't pull it back.

To spice up our sex lives after ten years of marriage, my husband and I sometimes shared fantasies during sex. A favorite of ours was for Mark to be watching as another man fucked me. I don't recall when it started, but after a while, when Mark would talk about another man, I would imagine that the other man was a black man, a tall, muscular, black-as-night Negro, plunging his huge black cock into my pale white body.

I was reluctant to share my private fantasy with Mark for fear he would be repulsed by the idea.

Then one night, about two years ago, we were making love, playing with our fantasy, taking turns describing to each other what was happening. I was talking about how good it felt and how big he was when I slipped and said, "I love a big black cock in my pussy!"

Mark's reaction was immediate. He became even hornier and very hard. He began thrusting into me with a vigor that caught me completely by surprise, and his reaction got me extra hot as well! As a result, our favorite fantasy from that time on became Mark watching me being taken by a black man.

What I didn't know then, and only learned later, was that Mark had never considered the idea of me being with a black man until I let it slip that one time, but after that he gradually became obsessed with the idea. He found himself thinking about it constantly. He grew to feel that there was nothing hotter than a white woman being a slut for black cock. He desperately wanted me to actually surrender myself to a black man; however, he feared telling me, feeling that I would never actually do it and that I would "freak out" to use his term.

What Mark didn't know was how much I had been dwelling on that very fantasy. I began finding black men attractive in my early 20's at college. I grew up in an area that didn't have many black men, so I was not really exposed to them very much before then. I was curious about a number of things. One was the whole taboo of being with a black man. In our society, I felt that is still looked upon as wrong, and I thought the idea of breaking that taboo would be fun! It's funny, because if someone sees a white man with a black woman not many people take notice, but if it is the other way around, then it's a big deal!

But it was more than that, I found black men very attractive and sexy, I love their dark skin, it is a sexy contrast to a lady's white skin. They seem much more muscular, and I love a black man with a shaved head. Black men seem to have a presence about them that is very alluring, like an animal magnetism. They seem powerful and very masculine like they can really take care of a woman! There was also the whole idea of how black men are hung well and can really please a girl. I wasn't sure how much of that to believe, but I heard it so much that I had to wonder. I had a girlfriend in college who dated a black guy and she said he was amazing, and that certainly made me think about it.

I also realized that being an exhibitionist, and Mark watching was a huge turn on for me. And it wasn't just about the sex, but being an exhibitionist in general. The idea of dressing sexy and being with a black man in public got me hot, especially when I thought about Mark seeing it.

But my desires went further. The idea of me submitting, yielding myself to a large, powerful black man had a primal hold upon me. It felt instinctive. I imagined how safe I would feel with a masculine, muscular black man. The thought of giving myself to a black man and being submissive to him was so erotic! Sometimes I would see a white woman with a black man and I could just tell that she is totally submissive to him. Nice! I was turned on by the idea of submitting myself completely, sexually. The thought of being a white slut, owned by a dominant black man excited me.

The irony of it all was that I too was reluctant to share my desires with Mark. I didn't want Mark to be disappointed with me. I wasn't sure that he would really be OK with me being with another man, let alone being sexually dominated by a powerful Negro. It's one thing for him to have a fantasy, but it's another for his wife to really do it.

We lived a normal life. I'm a stay-at-home mom with two kids. I dressed conservatively the way wives and mothers are expected to dress. We didn't go out much other than church on Sundays. Leisure activities consisted of things like hiking or mountain bike riding. All my life, I always was the person who did what was expected of her. I always played it safe. Nobody, not even my husband, suspected I had repressed "jungle fever".

Eventually Mark's obsession got the better of him. From never having given interracial sex a thought, he went to thinking of little else. The idea of me being with a black stud was driving him wild. He visited erotic story sites and devoured stories describing married women becoming sluts for black cock. He even started corresponding with some of the writers explaining how he wished his wife would go black, and lamenting that he didn't think she was interested in anything beyond the safety of a fantasy. Little did he know!!

Eventually Mark finally worked up the courage to broach the possibility of us making our fantasy real. He got an interracial video for us to watch, which made us both pretty horny. Then during the sex that followed he asked, "Did you like the guys in the movie?"

"Mmmm, yes," I replied enthusiastically. "I love their big, black cocks."

Then I developed a whole scenario in how he would watch me be a slut for a big black stud, sucking his cock, worshipping him and getting fucked so hard by him. And Mark joined in, telling me how much he loved to watch me do it.

Then he dropped the bomb shell by saying, "Have you ever thought of having black sex for real?"

I was caught off guard. I thought it had always been just a fantasy for him. I must admit though, I was pretty excited when Mark brought it up. I don't think I would have if he hadn't. While I didn't want to seem overeager, it got me real hot!

I had reservations, and only told him I would think about it. I was so used to doing the right things, and while I wanted to break out of that role for once, to try new things and experience something different, I knew it was wrong for a wife and mother to want interracial sex outside of the marriage.

But then I also felt that maybe it was time I took some chances!

Then I thought about Mark. I love Mark so much, and I was afraid that he would be jealous if we went through with our fantasy.

Part of me was afraid of what I would do if I actually met that true Alpha black male, because I definitely have a submissive side to me. I think it is hardwired into us women to be submissive to an Alpha male, particularly the black ones. I was not sure how Mark would react. He said the idea of me being a slut for a black man turned him on, but I was afraid he might not feel the same way after seeing me begging for a big black cock to cum inside me.

Because of all of that, I was conflicted and noncommittal.

Mark, however, was on a campaign. That next weekend Mark took me to a store that markets more to the ladies, selling lingerie, toys, etc, not your typical seedy adult bookstore. It was fun and he helped me pick out a nice big black dildo. Then we went back home, watched some more interracial movies and played.

When Mark brought up living out our fantasy again, I told him I was still considering it. No matter how much he assured me that it was something he would love seeing me do, and that he wasn't using it as an excuse to go out and get sex for himself, I still had doubts. It would be such a big step, and once taken, could never be retracted.

The following weekend, Mark suggested we go out to a dance club, and also suggested I buy a sexy new outfit for the evening. He talked about me maybe flirting and dancing with some of the guys we might meet. Again, I told him I hadn't made any decision about interracial sex, but I agreed that I would dance with different men, if they should ask.

I figured I should buy something, because it had been a while since we had been to a dance club. The dress I bought was black and shorter and sexier than I normally would buy, but definitely not slutty. I also picked out some sexy lingerie, black lace panties and a black push up bra that allowed me to show a little cleavage, and allowed my nipples to show just a little against the fabric. I already had high heels to wear. I was pleased that Mark really liked my outfit. He thought I would attract a lot of attention, but I wasn't as confident.

I was a bit nervous walking into the club dressed that way because I am no longer a young girl. Fortunately after a drink and some dancing with Mark, I felt more at ease.

Mark would leave me alone some by going to the bathroom, or getting a drink, giving guys an opportunity to approach me. A couple of guys did ask me to dance. I was really nervous the first time and was hoping nobody would notice me shaking. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. It didn't hurt either that all the guys were a better dancer than Mark.

Unfortunately, when they realized I was married, and that my husband was in the club, they seemed disappointed and quickly lost interest.

While the club was filled with predominately whites, there were some blacks there too. On one of his visits to my table, Mark suggested I try and make eye contact with any black men I found attractive.

Shortly after that I saw a guy at the bar that I thought was hot. He was a little over six foot with a body, that looked to be in great shape, toned, muscular but not overly so, and he had a great shaved head. I think a shaved head is so sexy on a black man, not that I mind hair either. As a matter of fact I think dreadlocks can be pretty sexy too. Anyway, I was trying to make eye contact with him and flirt a little so he would come over.

He finally came over when Mark left to get drinks. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that was a little open at the collar that showed just a little of his muscular chest and dark blue slacks; he looked good! He had a distinct smell, just a hint of some nice cologne, and when he spoke, it was with a nice baritone voice like so many black men have. He introduced himself as James. He had a great smile and I said hello back and said my name was Amy. Mark, seeing what was happening, stayed away. James bought me a drink and then asked me if I wanted to dance. I said sure, even though I was incredibly nervous!!!

Dancing with James was fun! I hadn't really danced with anyone but Mark for such a long time, and it was very exciting. He was an excellent dancer and he made me feel very sexy and desirable. I am sure part of it was that I was dancing with a good looking guy who wasn't my husband, but most of it was that he was a sexy black man!

In spite of my earlier insecurity and reservations, James certainly seemed to appreciate how I looked!

What was also really hot was the looks many of the people gave us. It was exciting knowing that they could see me dancing with a black man! It turned me on knowing that people were looking at us, seeing the contrast of our skin tones and the taboo of a fair-skinned white woman socializing with a Negro. I am of Irish descent so my skin is very fair, and James is rather dark. Based on some of the looks, a few women were envious and the white men were disapproving; I loved it!

I found myself getting sexually excited dancing with him. After all, I had been fantasying about black men for so long, and there I was dancing with one! I pressed up against him a bit, but not too much because I didn't want to lead him on.

After we danced for a while, we went back to the table and Mark joined us. I introduced the two of them. James didn't seem fazed that I was married, or that Mark was there. We talked for a bit and I learned he was 29 years old, six years younger than me. We had a drink and danced some more. Eventually it was getting late and we had to get back, so we called it a night and said goodbye to James.

I was so excited that on the way home I started stroking Mark's cock through his pants and eventually sucked his rock hard cock while he drove.

We got home, paid the babysitter and then went right to bed and had some amazing sex. I was so wet and turned on from what I had just done; I had danced with a black man!

During sex Mark teased, "Do you want James's big, hard, black cock?"

"Yes," I answered. "I so want that big, black cock in me right now."

With that, Mark started fucking me real hard, and after he came, he started fucking me some more with the big black dildo, "Imagine this is James fucking you."

"Do you like watching me getting fucked by this big black cock?" I responded. "This big cock feels so good inside me."

I don't remember how many times I came fantasizing about James!

After we were through, Mark asked, "Do you want to go black now?"

"I'm seriously thinking about it," was my reply. "You know, when you weren't around, James gave me his phone number."

"Oh my God, Amy, you've got to call him!" he responded.

Over the next several days, I couldn't stop thinking about that night. It was so hot to dance with James, so sexy, so erotic! We looked good together, my creamy skin against his chocolate colored skin.

I was so confused. I still had concerns. Should I really be doing this? I mean, I am a married woman with kids, is this appropriate? How will Mark react to this, will it change our relationship? How would Mark feel watching me with another man, would he be jealous? I didn't want him to get hurt. Things like that ran through my mind.

But at the same time, a married white women being with a black man is so wrong, and that did make it exciting! I felt it would be kind of fun being a "bad girl" for a change! While most women might be bothered by it, I was excited by the idea of being submissive to a strong black man.

Mark and I talked about if I should call James or not. Mark pointed out that if I called him, he would probably expect that I wanted something more than just to dance! We discussed the situation a lot. We talked about how maybe fantasies are best left unfulfilled, and all the trouble seeing James again might bring us. But Mark admitted that he found the idea of me with a black man to be so hot, he just couldn't stop thinking about it, and I confessed how being submissive to a black man like James had consumed my thoughts.

Finally I decided that I was just about ready, but not quite sure, to give myself to a dominant black man, to make myself the pure white prize of a strong African warrior!

After talking it over with Mark again, I finally worked up the courage to give James a call. My heart was POUNDING when I called him! I told him that we planned to go back to the club the coming Friday night and hoped to see him there. He didn't remember me at first, but then he said he was happy that I called and he would probably be there too.

I couldn't believe I did it!!

I hung up and found myself thinking that I am going out on a date! I was thinking about what to wear, wanting to look good for James, hoping that he showed up! I had butterflies in my stomach as if I was back in high school!

I almost had to pinch myself. I couldn't believe what was happening! I told myself that it was all about fun, adventure, expanding one's comfort zone and breaking some taboos, but I knew I was about to take a step that could never be retracted.

While James really seemed to be interested in me, I had to wonder how interested he could be in a 35 year old mother of two children. Even though I keep myself in great shape, I'm 5'5" and 120 pounds, size six, my breasts aren't what they were when I was seventeen, and my stomach isn't as flat either. While I have this round ass, which I heard black men like, my tits are only a B, and I feel out of proportion.

And then there's James. Six foot two, toned, muscular, pretty dark and 29! I was a little in disbelief that he actually said me might meet us again.

I decided that all I could do was to make my best efforts to look attractive for him. The first thing would be to go shopping for something sexy.

Shopping was fun! I dropped the kids at my mom's for a bit so I could go to the mall. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a really cute sexy top, a green silk halter type, revealing but not too wild. From the bust down it is kind of see through. I was daring and bought a pair of low-rise jeans to wear with it. I don't have quite the waist of my youth, but I still looked pretty good in the jeans. To complete the outfit I bought a sexy matching bra and thong set, but I didn't plan to wear the bra; can't wear a bra with that top.

Trying out the new me, I did something devilish. A salesgirl came up to me and asked if I needed any help and what kind of things I was looking for. So after a few suggestions and trying a couple of things on, I asked, "Do you know if there were any good clubs around to meet black men?"

She blushed, was a little flustered, and didn't know what to say! But she did ask another salesgirl who was near by and she told me the name of one. The second salesgirl looked at my wedding ring and smiled, and I just smiled back and said, "Thank you."

I felt so bad, it was fun! I bet they were talking about me after I left!

That night, I told Mark about what I did in Victoria's Secret during love making. Boy, did it make him horny to hear his wife would do anything so bold. Of course I was the beneficiary!

Thursday night I went to bed before Mark. By the time he walked into our bedroom I was, laying on the bed waiting for him, my legs spread, and I was working that big black dildo in and out of my pussy. I thought Mark's eyes would pop out of his head. Ever since Mark first brought up the idea of me actually having interracial sex, our own sex was incredible!

Friday, I was so excited; I tingled all day. I thought about nothing else but that I would see James again. I wasn't sure what would happen. I didn't know if he would suggest anything or not, and if he did, I wasn't sure what I might do. I just decided that I would follow my instincts if and when that time occurred.

In the afternoon, I had my dirty blond hair cut, lightened and blond streaks added. I liked the way blonder hair highlighted my blue eyes. I got a manicure and pedicure. I didn't think I would be mobbed, but I hoped I would get some looks!

Mark got home a little late from work. I had just finished giving the kids dinner, but wasn't dressed. I had kept the outfit a surprise for him. He commented on how much he liked my hair and nails. I finished dressing as he dropped the kids off with my mom for the night. When he returned and saw me, Mark's response was great. He took me in his arms and told me I looked sexy as hell! I hoped that James would appreciate my efforts as much.

We got a bite to eat before we drove to the same club as the weekend before. When we got there we sat in a booth, ordered a drink and looked around for James. He wasn't there but arrived about 15 minutes later. He saw us and came over, shook Mark's hand, hugged me, and complimented me on how nice I looked, which made me feel great! We got along wonderfully; he is such a nice guy. We talked and drank like we were old friends. Then he asked me to dance.

Dancing with him was hot, I wasn't nervous like the previous week, and we danced closer and sexier. It just felt so good and so right. I enjoyed people watching us. I felt really sexy.