"Darling, do you remember Leroy?" my wife asked.   Of course I remembered him. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married.   "What about Leroy?"   "He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains."   "That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?”   Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The...

I’d like to tell you about how my wife fell for a black boy. Now she’s so in love with him, she’s having his baby. She finds much more satisfaction with him than she ever did with me because of the way he makes love to her and the sheer size of the cock. We took in an exchange student to help with the rent. He was a seventeen-year-old black lad from Nigeria. Now I’d had visions that all black guys were tall, muscular and...

It was an unbearably hot day and Maria Atkins’ body was perspiring heavily, causing droplets of sweat to trickle down her milky-white skin. She placed her key in the front door lock. Turning it without effort, she made her way through the doorway after another long day at college. She threw her satchel down on the couch before heading to the fridge. She took out a cold bottle of water and brought it to her mouth. Gulping...

What do most women dream of? Well, what do a lot of us fantasize about sex wise? As for me, it has always been taking a horny young man and showing him what an older married woman can do for him. (Of course, a young man can make an older married woman feel young again. Anyway, each can be good for the other, if I have my thoughts right. I have read and heard that young men fantasize about married women a lot. And of cours...

After that night with Hardman, Julie was a changed girl. She was so horny it was unbelievable. She seemed to be in a constant state of arousal, and we would sometimes fuck two or three times a day. Going from someone who hated giving blowjobs and wouldn't even think about swallowing cum, she became hungry for cock and drank every drop. I had mixed feelings about the whole thing though. Sure, I was turned on watching this...

This story goes back a few years, to shortly after I married Julie. During our first year of marriage we lived in a studio flat in southeast London. Like most newlyweds, we struggled to make ends meet. Besides my day job in the city, I managed to supplement my income in the evenings by selling cocaine in pubs in and around my local area. Trouble is, Julie and I seemed to snort all the profits ourselves rather than turn it...

Whilst making love, my husband would often say something like, "Julie, baby, you are so hot. I wish I could see you take care of a young stud and see the look on his face as he tasted your sweet nectar." This little expression would make me, as well as my husband, rise to a higher state of arousal. He never really pushed the issue, so I was never sure if it was just a way of getting us hornier or if he had a fantasy of re...

It began as any ordinary day. Julie was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for James and me, and listening to the radio. As I came down for breakfast, I noticed Julie was a little nervous. I could tell that there was something else bothering her. Maybe it was the prospect of her date with James at the end of term dance at the university that evening. Julie went out shopping to find something to wear that evening. She arrive...