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By Darlene (c) 1995

My husband and I were married in December of 1970 and have had a happy marriage since then. We have a lovely daughter who is now 25 years old and lives out of state with her husband. But things have changed considerably in the past few years.
Although I was very faithful to my husband and he was to me, he opened my eyes to more than I ever thought would be possible in my life. I never even thought of the possibilities of straying from our monogamous relationship and thought my husband of so many years was the same.
It all began about five or six years ago when, during foreplay, he started mentioning what it would be like me to have sex with other men.
I could remember lying in bed one particular morning and he woke me up by fingering my pussy. As he slowly awoke me and had me moaning he was whispering in my ear that he had had a dream that night of me having sex with a black man.
Now, let me tell you that even though I came from a family that was truly a bunch of rednecks and despised black people for no apparent reason, I didn't feel the same way. In fact, I'll have to admit that on more than a few occasions I have played with myself and have thought of a big black cock sliding deep inside of me. But I was so dedicated to my marriage that I left these feelings to my innermost thoughts and shunned them from my real life. Not, because of any racial prejudices but because I was committed to my marriage.
Anyhow, my husband was whispering into my ear this particular morning about a big black man laying between my legs and pushing his big stiff cock into me until I was stretched almost beyond my limits. It wasn't long before he was asking me if I liked the way that big dark piece of meat felt getting all sticky and sliding into my innermost depths.
Just vocalizing that I wanted it to be rammed into me deeper set me off, into one of the most intense orgasms I can remember ever having up until that point in time.
We never discussed the subject again until one evening at the dinner table my husband candidly asked me if I ever thought of having sex with William, the only black man at my workplace.
I told him that although I thought William was a well built and sexy looking man and that had fantasized about other women at work making love to him after hearing them comment about his looks. But that I had never thought about letting him fuck me.
I think the seed was planted then, and a couple of nights later when my husband and I were having sex I whispered into his ear as he was humping away at me, "Honey, would you like me to date William?"
I could tell by his increased pace that he was more than ready for me to go out with him. When we were finished making love and we were laying in each other's arms we talked about the possibilities.
I told my husband that William had asked me out a couple of times but that I had just laughed and in a kidding manner had told him that married women just didn't do that sort of thing. William would always tell me that he didn't want to take me away from my husband, just take me out and have a good time.

Well the opportunity finally presented itself about a week later, on a Wednesday afternoon, much due to my encouragement and he asked me out for that Friday night if I could get out of the house.
I told my husband that evening that William had asked me out and wanted to know what he thought. He just looked at me and then we had a long talk. He told me that he knew I was faithful to him and he said that sexual fidelity was not what he felt made me faithful. He said that although he was not interested in going out with other women, he always thought the idea of me doing it with other men was super stimulating to him.
To my surprise he admitted that he'd always had that fantasy about me with other men, even when we were dating back in high school. He said that as long as I was careful and had a good time, and most important to be willing to tell him everything that happened afterwards.
So the next day at work I told William that my husband thought that I was going out with the girls at work and that I'd be gone most of the evening.
But then I looked around the office, and in a very quiet voice I said, "But if you wanted to go out on a date with me instead, I could tell them that I didn't feel like a girls night out." I told him that he would have to be discreet and no one could ever find out or it could never happen again.

Friday evening finally rolled around and I met William at a pre arranged location. I'm not going to get into the sordid details of what happened, but we did end up having great sex that night and when I walked into my house at 4:30 a.m. the next morning he was still awake.
I held him close for a few minutes and could feel his stiff swollen cock against my leg. I knew what he wanted but I had to tell him that we couldn't have sex that morning because my pussy had been used almost all night.
I told my sweet husband all about how William had used me, how we'd done it six times and how I'd eaten his sperm twice too. My husband was aghast that any man could get his rocks off eight times in one night. But it was true.
William just kept saying that he liked white pussy the best, then he'd start fingering me or eating his come out of my pussy again until I was writhing around going absolutely crazy. What a man he is.
We ended up making love before we went to work even though I was sore. After telling my husband how William had used me all night long, he couldn't take any more and just about raped me. If I hadn't given in I'm not sure what would have happened.
It wasn't all that painful anyway, because William had stretched me so much that I hardly felt my husband's smaller prick.
We now have a very exciting sex life even though I have had three black lovers since that time and am currently 81/2 months pregnant with my second black lover's baby, even though my current lover thinks it belongs to him.
My husband never wants to participate in any of my sexual encounters, but always insists that I tell him what I did. He told me that it was just as satisfying for him to see me sexually satisfied as it would be for him to go out with other women.
We talked for quite some length about us having another child and it was very exciting going through the small steps of stopping birth control and waiting each month to see if my egg would be fertilized by one of my black lovers sperm.

I have many experiences to share with other women about my feelings if they would care to write me and tell me of other similar circumstances by emailing me at: darlene5050@hotmail.com.
I know there are people that don't agree with interracial relationships or a wife going out with other men is a good thing, but unless you have a relationship with your spouse that is based on total honesty, we see no reason that people should not explore their fantasies.
You only have a certain amount of time here on this earth and we enjoy each others company as well as sharing our sexual adventures.