Riding The Open Road Ch. 02

I'm (Brad) the "cucky" member of a Stag/Vixen relationship. Vixen (Josie) and I "live the lifestyle" as much as we can and we are full players in what we do.....she fucks the BBC she wants (alone or with me), and then I fuck her. Most of what I write will be in that genre, A LOT of it true....some of it pure fiction or scenarios I've concocted. If you have constructive criticism of my stories, be descent and I'll see what I can do. To be even more spicy, if you have a scenario you'd like Vixen and I to play out in real life let us know and we may even surprise you with a true story about it!

Chapter 2: The Cat's Outta the Bag

Josie always had a thing, a desire, for black men. Specifically, tall, good looking, muscular black men with big eyes and strong hands—and she liked that she had a better than average potential of being able to experience the more stereotypical attribute of black guys. More specifically she liked the rugged risk taking types too. Harley riders, motorcycle club riders, cowboys, and fighter pilots. She calls them her unicorns. From where this desire was born was not yet known by Brad but he suspected it was manifested early on in Josie's sexual experimentation years. And Brad had no doubt Josie's desires were further urged on as a possibility or even a reality by one of her high school friends and college roommates, Monica, who was known to actively and exclusively pursue black sexual partners. Monica was another stunning, thin, blonde hair, beauty with big tits and an onion booty, who would often be seen out on the town on the arm of her most recent lay. Always black and usually fitting Josie's profile of tall, good looking, and muscular. So serious was Monica's desire for big black cock that she had a torrid long-term sexual affair with a hulking, overly developed black man from another state who Monica met who knows where. And the affair was no secret to friends and locals who knew Monica, and probably no secret to his wife who would on occasion call the girl's apartment wondering if he was there.

Josie's desire for black cock was unknown to Brad during their earlier years of dating, and a good thing too. With young, inexperienced emotional and sexual maturity it's unlikely with that knowledge Brad would have continued the relationship. Too taboo. Not enough information. Too much potential emotional and physical baggage to risk being dumped by his hot, sexually advanced girlfriend for the stereotypical hulking black guy. Different clothes, smells, lifestyles, neighborhoods, and mannerisms—and the legendary big black cock. The size never too big, which we've all read about, where women receive maximum pleasure no matter the difficulty of accommodating the size. Brad would have had no clue how to handle that information, imagining Josie stuffing one, or many, of those things into her eager mouth or vice-grip tight pussy, or worse yet, probably with two hands stroking some secret fuck-buddy to a mind-blowing cum with one of her now famous handjobs. And she'd of course do these things eagerly with little thought or remorse--that was Josie's style. Ask for what you want, get what you want. And she always did. And then brag to her friends about it. Josie's conquest of the big black cock would be fodder for Miller Lite guzzling (the college drink of choice) stories with her roommates around the apartment living room and Brad's red hot jealousy is what would have sunk the relationship early. An emotion at college age few knew how to handle.

Brad and Josie grew up in the same upper Mid-west state, in the same wholesome Lake Michigan lakefront town known for its summertime fishing and tourism. It was a long weekend destination for middle-class whites who could even sail their sailboats or cruisers from Chicago into the renovated harbor. Those without boats could drive in and charter a fishing boat for a half or full day of salmon and trout fishing. When you were done fishing you could enjoy yourself at one of many small taverns which served good beer and good food. Brad was a good student, athlete, and socially active. A good looking guy and Homecoming and Prom court member, Brad never had a problem getting laid. Josie along with her natural good looks, and aggressive sexual appetite, was a country girl at heart. Horses were her long-time passion since a little girl. Every day after school and during the summers her father would drive her to her horse on a farm where she learned everything about caring for, riding, and showing horses as part of the 4-H program. From all outward appearances, Josie made a huge leap from small town wholesome white girl riding horses to searching out and riding horse cocked black guys.

The cat was out of the bag. Since their initial separation back in college, Brad had heard rumors of Josie's black cock exploits. The first rumor was an off the cuff remark at a local bar by Josie's roommate Monica.

"I really didn't know you two were broken up. But I guess so. She's been fucking that black guy she works with at the group home."

Brad wasn't sure if that comment was meant to shock...hurt...or arouse. It did all of that and got Brad's mind racing with every emotion possible. And there was a small part of Brad that thought Monica was taking a little bit of public credit for turning Josie to the "dark side." And another rumor was that during her first years as a school teacher Josie was bending over her desk for the black football coach or teacher. For 20 years Brad had wanted to ask Josie about those rumors and see if they were true. They were. After their rekindled love a year prior, Brad started to notice a very distinct habit of Josie's. When walking down the street, usually hand-in-hand with Brad, with a good looking black man within view Josie would purposefully look down at the ground for a few seconds to give the appearance of disinterest. When the paths of Josie and the man were within a few seconds from crossing, Josie would raise her head slightly and attempt sneaky eye contact without looking obvious. And she always received it.

Finally, Brad asked. "Have you ever had sex with a black guy?" knowing the answer and knowing full well the previous rumors came from good sources.

"Yes." And then the admission came loud and clear. "Monica told me she told you about Roland at the group home. As you know, we all lived there in that setting for days at a time. He paid special attention to me and one day he asked if I wanted to go upstairs and fuck. So he went upstairs first and I went up shortly after, closed the door, and Roland was already undressed. Then we fucked"

What else would a boyfriend want to know about his girlfriend's first black cock experience except, "Did he have a big dick?"

Immediately Josie said, "Yes."

"How big," I asked, barely able to choke the words out of my mouth.

"Nine or ten inches long and he was a tall basketball player type. Muscular. I just didn't want it to hurt. I wanted my pussy to work right after we were done, you know? He laid down next to me and he let me explore his cock for a little while, but we had to hurry. People downstairs would know we were gone from our work. Then he got on top of me and started fucking. That's the first time I felt like I was holding on for dear life. He then rolled me over on to my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. I was just trying to hold on and not get my head rammed through the wall."

"Did you like it?" Brad asked.

"Yes, Josie said, it was glorious. It was fast and furious, he was strong and tall and hung. I was hooked. It was just sex, I hope you're not mad."

"Yes, I know," said Brad who had the perfect analogy to prod Josie about her possible further desires. "It's like skydiving. The first jump is new and exciting and nerve wracking and fear-filled, you don't remember much of the first jump but once you're on the ground, there is no doubt you want to do it again and again."

"Exactly," said Josie.

Brad's emotions were crazy after that story. They ranged from excitement and arousal to despair and confusion. Mostly confusion as to why he was aroused. While Josie was at work he jerked off six times that day thinking about that story. Brad cautiously told her about it over the phone.

"What, said Josie? Lover, why would you do that without me?"

"I couldn't help it," said Brad sheepishly, knowing that this may be the moment of truth.

How far could he go with this? How far would Josie go with this? Can they talk about this subject further? Will this be a constant source of sexual fuel to an already red hot sex life? Not to mention, this may be the gateway into further reveals by Josie, specifically about the fellow teacher or gym coach.

"Why did you have to cum so many times today Lover, said Josie? Was it my story last night about Roland?"

"Yes," said Brad, with clenched teeth, squinty eyes, and sweaty palms wondering what she would say.

Without missing a beat Josie delivered, "Awwwww, I know. It's hot thinking about the Love of Your Life getting pounded by a huge black cock isn't it."

"Yes," said Brad with his pants already undone, stroking his cock sticking out of his boxers.

If she said the right things he knew he would come again, silently, so Josie wouldn't know. There was still something a little too embarrassing admitting to your S.O. that you get turned on thinking about her getting railed by black cock—and "hanging on for dear life." For Brad, this whole subject, 20 years pent up, was too much to reveal all at once. But then again, he couldn't help but stroke his cock.

Brad couldn't help but ask and was excited and afraid of the answer, "Did you fuck him again? You both worked together in that overnight environment."

"Yes, for about a year," said Josie matter-of-factly.

Silently gasping for air Brad asked, "How many times? Were you dating?"

"Too many to count she said. "No, we were just fucking," she said, being sure to clearly distinguish she hadn't gone over that line—the "dating" a black guy line.

"We fucked again, and again, and again," Josie purposefully egging Brad on.

Silently, breathlessly, and in movie-like slow-motion, Brad came all over the floor. Brad felt crazy, tingly, out of breath, with a tight chest. Feeling dirty but still aroused, he used some of the cum on his hands to immediately start stroking his cock again and see if he could possibly, against all odds, coax out his 8^th cum of the day.

Another risky question was ripe for the asking, but Brad wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. "Did you ever fuck any other black guys?" asked Brad, again with teeth clenched, squinty eyes, and a ringing head from the gravity of Josie's previous reveal.

"Oh, Babe," said Josie cautiously, as if to ask through her statement, "Why are you asking this question because I don't want to lie to you, but I know you might not want the answer." That's all the verification Brad needed. She had. It was just a matter of whether she would be fully forthcoming.

"What about that fellow teacher at your first teaching gig?," asked Brad, now prepared for an outright denial from Josie. Silence. Maybe Brad wouldn't get his 8^th cum after all.

Josie fessed up. "He was a gym teacher I worked with. The football coach. All of the teachers were at a week-long offsite training in another city. His name was Maurice and during that trip he became very interested and flirty with me. It didn't take but a night of flirting at the hotel Happy Hour with him to get me to sneak to his room. We fucked for the whole 4 days, and during lunch. For quickies."

"Did he have a big dick?" asked Brad.

"Lover, that's the only reason I kept going back," Josie said in a somewhat labored and breathless tone. He was not quite as crazy long as Roland but super thick. Thick like a beer bottle."

"Wait", said Brad, "Are you playing with your pussy right now? Where are you?"

"Yes," said Josie breathlessly.

Brad then had his 8^th cum in the last 12 hours. He silently recovered, wiped off the cum from his hand, wet his fingers with some water to mix with the already semi-slick juices on his cock and continued to stroke. Josie was re-living an experience that was so hot to her, she was playing with her pussy in a place that was too embarrassing to reveal.

"Did you get back together with him after that week?" asked Brad, certainly expecting an affirmative answer from Josie considering her history with Roland.

"Yes. About two times a week for two school years mostly in the equipment room next to the boy's locker room. Or in his office on the desk. I couldn't help it. I'd find myself teaching class with sopping wet panties in anticipation of getting fucked by that big cock. It was sneaky. I was like Pavlov's dog. Just the smell when walking past the locker room would instantly get my panties soaked."

Brad could tell Josie was now not as concerned with hurting Brad's feelings as she was re-living the time she was used to pleasure the black football coach with a big cock.

"When I had my period I'd meet him out in the teacher's parking lot and suck his cock or give him a handjob in the back seat of his truck. I'd make him cum at least once, but every time he would cum he would push on the back of my head or grab my hair tight and keep my mouth on his cock and make me suck for the whole hour. He wouldn't let me clean or wipe up his cum. I'd either have to swallow his load or if I could, I'd let it pour out of my mouth and I'd use it for lube as I stroked him. Sometimes he would cum twice. Oh Lover....." and Josie released a powerful, moaning, breathy, grinding orgasm on her fingers which were frantically working her pea. Brad worked the 9^th silent dribbling cum from his overworked, exhausted cock.

With both Josie and Brad now recovered, "Would you fuck another black guy if you had the chance?" asked Brad.

"Babe, that was a long time ago," said Josie.

"I know Josie, said Brad. Would you, today fuck another black guy if you had the chance?"

Josie was on to Brad and she knew exactly how to work him and his emotions. She knew exactly why he was asking that question. That was part of the natural sexual chemistry they had that few other couples have.

"Would you want me to do that for you?" cooed Josie, making that statement to subtly emphasize that her desire for BBC would be fulfilled only because she was doing it for Brad. Both Brad and Josie knew better.

"I don't know," confessed Brad, also knowing full well he wanted Josie, in some capacity, alone or together, to see, hear, smell, feel, Josie get worked over by the legendary big black cock.

But it was just too difficult to admit right now. Too dirty. Too taboo, and with the underlying concern about bringing fantasy to reality.

With matter-of-fact confidence she said, "Well, you've cum nine times today, (Brad wasn't as silent as he thought), hearing about my past with black guys. You know my unicorns? Black cowboys, and black motorcycle clubs. If I have an opportunity, it's GOING to happen."

It was at that time Brad knew he had expertly navigated a very difficult subject, confirmed some long-standing questions, and put Josie's mind and body in a tizzy. There was no doubt in Brad's mind Josie would soon again be fucking big black cocks.