During most of college, I explored my fantasies with black men. I wasn’t interested in dating. I was interested in having fun. I had my share of fun in college going from man to man. I kept dropping my panties and spreading my legs for black men.

I met my future husband, “Tom,” who is a white guy, towards the end of my junior year. I knew Tom had a crush on me. He asked me out many times, and I turned him down. He was cute, but at that time, I wasn’t interested in dating. I was mainly focused on being young and satisfying my craving for black men. If I had wanted to date someone, Tom would have been the one. He was good-looking and very intelligent.

I kept Tom around but friend-zoned him. He was charming and fun to be with. We studied together and drank wine together. One night, we planned to chill, drink wine, and watch a movie at my apartment. However, I received a text from one of my black lovers wanting a booty call. I had to decide what to do, but since I was feeling horny, I asked Tom if we could watch the movie another night. He seemed disappointed, but he left, and my black lover came to visit.

The next time I hung out with Tom, it was a little awkward. He knew something had happened that night, and eventually, he asked me what I did after he left. I decided to tell him the truth—that I had sex with another man after he left. Instead of being angry, he seemed more intrigued. I told him I wasn’t committed to anyone but that I was being promiscuous and having sex with multiple black men. He was especially intrigued when I mentioned "black men." We went on to drink some wine and watch the movie that night.

Tom came over a few days later. Early on, he asked me when the last time I had sex with a black man was. I told him it was earlier in the day. He started asking me for details, and as I told him, I discovered that I liked talking to him about it. I enjoyed getting some of it off my chest.

He shocked me by asking if he could eat my pussy. I instinctively said no. It was a weird thing to ask, considering I had just had sex a couple of hours before. He dropped it, and we drank wine and watched another movie.

This scenario repeated itself. We would talk about my sex life, and he would ask if he could eat my pussy. I kept saying no—until one night when, after having some wine, I didn’t immediately refuse. I was having a lot of sex with black men, but I never had my pussy eaten. I wanted it, and Tom was offering.

After some more wine, I agreed to let Tom eat my pussy. We turned the lights down, and I was very nervous. When Tom started, it tickled a little, but after he got going, it felt amazing. I knew if he kept going like that, I would orgasm quickly—and I did. Tom gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. I was shaking and lightheaded.

In the morning, he ate my pussy again and once more gave me one of the best orgasms ever. Before leaving, he said he enjoyed eating my pussy and would love to do it again, even if I had sex earlier with a black man.

I knew I would want to do it again because the orgasm was so amazing. We continued this routine: I would call him over, he would eat my pussy, we’d drink wine, watch a movie, and fall asleep cuddling. He never got jealous that I was having sex with black men.

I noticed he would excuse himself to the bathroom after making me orgasm. I found out he was jacking off after he made me orgasm. I didn’t blame him at all for needing to relieve himself. After a couple of weeks of us hooking up this way, I decided the least I could do after he ate my pussy and gave me an orgasm was to give him a hand job.

One night, after he gave me an orgasm through oral, he got up to head to the bathroom, but I sat him back down and pulled his cock out. He seemed very nervous, which surprised me. Since he was into this cuckold-like behavior, I expected him to have a small penis, but his penis was rather large for a white guy. I started to stroke it, and he came within 5 seconds. He felt bad and apologized, but I told him no apology was necessary since he’d been giving me the best orgasms of my life with his oral sex.

I started to find Tom more attractive because of his ability to eat pussy, his confidence, his lack of jealousy, and his nice big white cock. After the hand job, the next time he ate my pussy, I decided to give him a blowjob. Again, he came almost instantly when I put it in my mouth. I made him feel relaxed and unashamed.

Two days after my first blowjob with Tom, he came over again. That day, I had an MMF threesome with two black men. Neither wore a condom, and both came inside me. Tom didn’t hesitate and started to lick me clean. After my orgasm, he said I had the best-tasting pussy ever. It was music to my ears. I decided then that I wanted Tom to fuck me, so I told him to. He got on top of me, and we had sex. It lasted less than a minute, but it was amazing. Tom came inside me.

That night, during our pillow talk and cuddling, we decided to start dating and maintain this lifestyle. He has never wavered, never been jealous, and has always been confident with himself.