Rural Relations Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2: TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME

For the entire week following the first "Black Savage Takes White Maiden" movie night, I felt incredibly guilty and embarrassed that I let my husband make me finger myself to an interracial sex movie while he sat and watched me, and even more guilty and embarrassed, and that I went as far as to admit out loud to him that I was fantasizing that I was taking a big, fat black dick deep inside me.

Normally, I don't go too crazy over sex movies, but that one really got to me, and made me realize that there was a latent desire within me that I didn't realize I even had, and that was a desire to be with a black man.

I did and said things that I never even dreamed of before that night, and it excited me! I felt so deliciously naughty doing that in front of him. Apparently, the little devil on my shoulder was telling to embrace the whole white woman / black man interracial sex fantasy, and I showed that I was eager and willing to listen.

I was, however, worried that Ben was going to be upset with me for being "a little too eager," so I didn't bring it up, and I certainly didn't expect that he would be giving me the opportunity to do that again any time soon.

Although we didn't talk about it, that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about it, I was definitely thinking about it. All the time! I just couldn't get the picture of that nice big black cock out of my head! I woke up in the morning thinking about it, thought about it all day, and then went to bed thinking about it. I was totally consumed with my newly found passion.

Although we didn't talk about it, that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about it, I was definitely thinking about it. All the time! I just couldn't get the picture of that nice big black cock out of my head! I woke up in the morning thinking about it, thought about it all day, and then went to bed thinking about it. I was totally consumed with my newly found passion.

My whole perspective on interracial sex was changed that night. What I once saw as a perverse and taboo act, I now realize was an erotic, scintillating and most desirable act. The fact that a white woman, especially a married white woman, desiring intimate relations with a black man was still taboo in my neck of the woods, only made it that much more intriguing to me!

Don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about a "running off happily ever after" relationship. I love my husband dearly, and would never leave him for another man, . . . any man. What I am talking about is a purely animalistic, lusty, mind blowing sexual experience! In my eyes, Ben being a part of it could only make it better, and since he started me down this road, I'm not really afraid to take him along on the journey with me.

As part of my new "awakening," I started to ponder some of the casual relationships with black male friends that I've had in the past. They seemed so innocent to me at the time. Was I really that naive? I had never looked at those guys from a sexual standpoint . . . until now that is. Now that my eyes (arms and legs!) are wide open to the idea of it. I have gained a whole new perspective on those old relationships.

Out of all of the black male friends that I pondered, Winston was the one that I couldn't keep off my mind. We have been friends since we were just young teenagers, and I just couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to finally let him take me. I'd bet dollars to donuts that Winston has a cock just as magnificent, if not more spectacular, than the one from the movie.

Was Winston a missed opportunity for me? He may have been my best chance to experience a big black cock but in retrospect, I'm not sure that I was mature enough to handle something like that back then. I couldn't help but wondered if he is still attracted to me now, after all there years, or has that shipped sailed?

If the opportunity did present itself, would I have the willpower to refuse, like I know I should? Or, would I have the guts to accept it, like I know I want? All sorts of scenarios play-out in my mind, . . . and they usually end up with my hand in my panties. It was driving me absolutely crazy! I couldn't stop thinking about it.

The very next Friday, my first dilemma was resolved. After dinner, Ben made our usual cocktails, and we smoked a bit more than usual. I was pretty well buzzed when he instructed me to put on a skimpy littler teddy, with no panties. Of course I obliged, eager to see what he had in store for me, secretly hoping to see a beautiful blonde wife being driven to the edge by a big black cock.

I guess my reaction to the interracial theme last week must have been a good one, because Ben put on a movie that depicted a really sexy, married blonde wife seducing a vary large, handsome black man. In an effort to mask my newly found desires, I half-heartedly protested that I was not that interested in watching married white women fucking big black guys.

"Just sit back and watch." He said calmly. "You're going to like this one."

Apparently, Ben knew me better than I thought he did, because all I had to do was just watch that sexy blonde coming-on to the big black stud and my little pussy started to burn with desire! I was ready to cum before the studs pants even hit the floor! It was hot, steamy, naughty and dirty, and it ended the same for us as the previous week, with incredibly hot, wild sex and mind-boggling orgasms.

From then on Friday nights became what I lovingly referred to as Big Black Cock Friday, because after that very first night, cocktails, weed and white wives fucking black cocks was the theme Ben chose just about every Friday night. I half-heartedly protested every time, not letting him know just how hooked I was getting on big Black Cock Fridays.

I have to admit that the "white wife - black stud" theme is much hotter, and much more interesting then just ordinary "plain vanilla sex." I mean really, who wants to see a slightly overweight white guy having benign sex with a disinterested white woman, when you could watch that very same white woman lose all control and have wild, screaming animal sex with a big, strong, black stud with a giant cock made of steel? It's only natural to want the latter.

The women that gravitate towards sex with black studs seem to really enjoy it much more, they talked dirtier, they moan louder and yes...they cum harder!

I often wonder what makes it so hot. Is it the thrill of fucking someone else? Is it the thrill of fucking a different race? Is it pure animal instinct? Or is it a combination of all of the above? Whatever it is, it certainly is strong and powerful. I am really curious to know exactly what it is that will make a woman do such a thing,...maybe too curious!

Another side effect of our little secret was that I started to become more aware of black men out in public, much more aware...and maybe not in such a pure way.

Of course I'm checking them out! Every chance I got! Especially the really big, muscular ones!

Oh yeah, my knees weaken at the sight of a big, strong black man!

To make the whole thing even more interesting, I've decided that none of my male black friends and acquaintances are off limits, and I now find myself going out of the way to be extra friendly with them.

I will find ways to stand close to them and rub up against them whenever I can, especially the really large ones, the bigger the man, the more vulnerable I feel, and that excites me. Let me tell you, there is nothing more exciting than to be a four- foot-eleven, white woman rubbing up against a six-foot-six black man!

Of course. I am not at all discrete about crotch-watching either, I purposely make it obvious to black man that I'm checking them out!

I love flirting with black men, it seemed so dangerous! Sometimes I even do it when Ben is with me, not at all trying to hide it from him. It drives him crazy, especially if we're holding hands, or have our arms around each other at the time!

Every time I do something like that, I feel empowered, and I's just makes me bolder. Now, every time I see an attractive black man when we're not together, I go home and tell Ben all about it. I eagerly tell my story about when and where I was, and then give him a little description of the moment. Inevitably, he asks me if I found myself attracted to them.. I always answer honestly, and I always answer "yes."

Sometimes I tease Ben by telling him that I wasn't nearly as attracted as I am to Winston. I feel so naughty saying that because I am admitting that I am sexually attracted to one our friends..

This Spring, Ben's friends convinced him to join their men's league softball team. At first, I wasn't to thrilled, But I got over it quickly when I realized that it was a good chance to get out and mingle with people. I got to meet a lot good people that way, and of course, I couldn't help but notice this one particular player from another team.

This particular guy is a really big man, standing at least 6 foot 6, perfectly fit, totally ripped, and has a real bad-boy look about him, and of course, he's black! Dark black! He looks more tough and rugged than cute...maybe even a bit dangerous. For some reason, I found that really turned me on. I quietly asked around, and learned that his name is Vance and that he lives in one of the neighboring towns.

Did I mention that Vance stands at least 6 foot 6, perfectly fit, totally ripped, and has a real bad-boy look about him? Apparently he was a star athlete in high school who excelled at football, basketball and baseball. He graduated a few years before me, so I wasn't really aware of him until Ben recently started playing softball. As soon as I first laid eyes on him, I knew he was going to be one of those guys that I would try to find ways to stand close to. Just looking at him from a distance gives me that wonderfully uncomfortable feeling!

A couple of weeks ago, Ben's softball team signed up to play in a tournament. It just happened to be the hottest, most humid weekend of the summer. It was god-awful hot. With the luck of the draw, Ben's team was scheduled for a Friday night game under the lights. I decided to go along to enjoy the warm summer night, very disappointed that I was going to miss-out on our usual Friday night activities.

I brought a small cooler full of adult beverages and a blanket, so I could sit in the grass without getting wet. Ben's team had the last game of the night, so it was already getting dark when we arrived. It turned out to be a beautiful night, warm enough for short sleeves, no bugs, a big bright full moon, and best of all, Vance's team was just coming off of the field as Ben's team was going on. "This is my chance!" I thought to myself. So with butterflies in my stomach, and all my nerves tingling, I walked up to Vance and introduced myself.

Yup, I walked right up to him, nervously shaking, extended my right hand to him, looked him in the eye and blurted out something stupid like "Hi, my name is Julie, and I just wanted to meet you." I cringed when I realized what had just come out of my mouth. I sounded like I was fan gushing over a movie star. Vance took my hand and held it gently. I'm sure he could feel me trembling. My fear turned to excitement when he responded with a warm smile, and calmly replied, "I know who you are." Hmmm, sounds like somebody was checking me out too!

All of a sudden, stupid didn't seem like such a bad idea. I was on a roll. "I have a cooler with some beer and margarita's in it. Would you like to join me?" I asked, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze.

He lightly squeezed my had back, "Sure," was all he said.

I never realized how big he was until I was standing right there next to him. He was a giant of a man. I felt so tiny and small in his presence. I had to look up just to see his chest! If he wanted to take me against my will, I couldn't possibly stop him, and the thought of that excited me even more.

I motioned to lump under my left arm, "I've got a blanket, where should we sit?"

"C'mon" he said pointing to a dark corner of the field "We can go sit under that tree over there."

I followed him to the tree, checking him out the whole way. He was wearing a tight tank top, a baggy pair of shorts and some old, beat-up sneakers. There didn't appear to be an ounce of body fat on him. Every muscle in his body was finely toned, he looked like he just stepped out of a workout video.

I laid out the blanket, poured us each a drink and then leaned back against the tree to enjoy spending some time with my new friend. The tree shielded us from the field lights, making it the darkest spot in the entire complex. Some of the other wives were giving us dirty looks, but I'm not a big sports fan to begin with, so the choice of sitting alone under a tree with a handsome black man versus sitting in the stands with a bunch of bitchy, half bombed women watching their husbands play softball was a no-brainer!

"Look at those other wives over there staring at us." I commented to Vance. "What do you suppose they're talking about?"

"I dunno?" He coyly replied, hoping that I would tell him.

I played along "You know darn well that they're gossiping about the two of us right now."

"You mean the same thing you'd be doing if you were over there, sitting with them." He teased.

I reached over and playfully slapped his arm, "No silly, I'd be too busy looking for my own handsome black guy to hang out with!" He chuckled nervously.

"Fuck 'em!" I said bluntly.

"Fuck 'em?" I think he was surprised to hear that word come out of my mouth.

"Fuck 'em!" I repeated. "They're just jealous."

Vance chuckled again, but this time with a definite note of confidence in his voice.

I noticed that Ben seemed to be looking over at us frequently. Obviously he was keeping an eye on us. He was probably a little uncomfortable that we were sitting alone in a dark, isolated spot.

Apparently I must have been putting off some strong vibes, because as Vance was talking to me, he turned toward me, reached over and placed his hand on my leg, just below my knee. I felt a warm tingle from his hand all the way up my leg. My immediate reaction was to look around to see if anyone saw him put his hand on my leg, but then I realized that it was dark enough so that no one else could really tell anyway. The excitement of letting him touch my bare leg was intense!

While all of this was going on, I thought that I noticed some movement in Vance's shorts when he first rolled to put his hand on my leg, and it got my immediate attention. It looked like there was a pretty good sized bulge down there, but it was really hard to tell because of the darkness. I was dying to find out if he was proportional all over, so I made sure that I kept an eye on it, just in case.

Then, to complicate things, when it was my turn to talk, Vance started massaging my leg with his fingers, making it damn near impossible to hold a thought, never mind a coherent conversation!

And, to make it even harder for me to concentrate, while he was tickling my leg, he shifted and rolled just again, purposely drawing my eyes to the bulge in his shorts.

It didn't take me long to realize that the wiggle was exactly what I thought it was, and that the proportions were just as I hoped they would be!

Vance's hand crept above my knee, onto my thigh and he started massaging my thigh. I stopped talking mid-sentence and purred like a little kitten. My head was swimming! His fingers slowly crept higher and higher up my leg. I was trembling with delight.

I glanced over and the ball game was just ending and the teams were lining up for the traditional handshake. There was only few minutes left before Ben would be on his way over here. Disappointed that the evening was about to come to and end, I gabbed his hand to take it off of my leg.

But, before I could take his big hand off of my soft, white thigh, Vance rolled towards his back, and my eyes immediately focused on his shorts in anticipation. I was not to be disappointed this time. Vance waited until he was sure that I was watching, and then lifted the leg of his shorts and let his cock fall out for me to look at.

"Oh, Boy!" I awkwardly exclaimed.

"Yeah," he mumbled quietly, humbly acknowledging that my "Oh, Boy!" was an appropriate response for what he was showing me.

My God! His cock was huge! Long, thick and dark. Bigger than any I'd ever seen before. Bigger than the one's that I so naughtily drool over in the movies! It hung most of the way down to his knee! He proudly held his shorts open, allowing me time to gawk at the big cock draped innocently over his thigh.

"Oh! Vance!" I whispered in admiration.

As I was staring, completely mesmerized by his giant cock, Vance slid his big hand down between my legs, squeezed my thigh and spread my legs apart. I'm not even one hundred percent sure that I was aware that he was doing that,... until he released my thigh and placed his middle finger on the seam of my shorts.

"Nuhhhh!" I grunted, and instinctively jerked back, shut me knees and closing his hand in between them. The trunk of the tree kept me from moving back any further. I was trapped!

I opened my knees and reached down to take control of his hand. I laid my hand on top his and half-heartedly motioned for him to move it away.

I glanced quickly over at the field, and it was empty. It was only a matter of time before Ben would come looking for me. I got anxiously nervous.

As I was looking to see if I could spot Ben, Vance extended his middle finger and applied pressure right at the point where all the seams of my shorts come together.

I turned my head, but before I could even speak, I saw by the look in Vance's eyes that he wasn't going to stop! As I exhaled a conciliatory "Hhhhh!" a warm tingle filled my loins.

My legs parted, and with my hand still holding the back of Vance's he starting running the tip of his finger slowly up and down the seam of my shorts! The only thing between Vance's finger and my pussy lips were two thin pieces of material. My shorts and panties!

I thought I was going to faint it was so fucking hot! I could feel my panties soaking up the juices that were oozing out of me!

I looked out in the distance, and noticed Ben slowly walking across the field towards us.

Then I looked down at Vance's big cock.

Then I looked back at Ben.

And then again at Vance's big cock and muttered anxiously, "My husband is coming."

As I was saying that, Vance's hand slid up to the top of my shorts. My fingers were right there holding his when he unbuttoned my button, one by one until my shorts were completely open. "Oh God!" I sighed helplessly.

As our hands slid back up to the top of my shorts, my knees impulsively parted. I guided his fingers gently to the waist band of my panties, bit my lip, and eased them in. Quietly squealing, I directed his finger down the middle of my hot slit!

Ben was only about 100 feet away and Vance's finger was lodged firmly between my swollen pussy lips! At this point, Ben was close enough to see that my legs were spread, but probably not close enough to tell that Vance's fingers were in my panties.

"We need to stop!" I whispered, but Vance slid his finger down my slit until it rested at the opening to my hot, wet little hole! I was shaking wildly! "Uggghhh! You bastard!" I groaned as I voluntarily guided his finger into my desperate cunt!

I drove his big black finger in and out my cunt like a mad woman, shaking and shuddering with every thrust, until finally, when Ben was only about 40 feet away, Vance pulled his finger out of my panties and sat up nonchalantly, like nothing ever happened.

I'm sure my face was bright red, and I was breathing like I had just run a mile. I didn't even have time to button my shorts. I did the best I could by trying to hide the fact that my shorts were open by covering them with my shirt.