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Kneeling over him and straddling his legs I slowly lowered myself down onto that first big black cock being held upright for my married white pussy. My profusely wet pussy lips parted and I carried out my self-imposed orders until Jamal’s purple cock knob reached my cervix. Everything about my sexuality changed when the first ever impalement orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave.

Jamal’s unbelievable sexual prowess assured me his black cock is bigger and better. Clinging to martial monogamy during my husband’s last absence instead of fulfilling interracial inclinations had been so foolish. After an amazing weekend with this well-hung black extramarital partner assured me that I would never again be able to resist discreet offers for black fucking.

Wanton weekends as a secret black cock slut with Jamal only lasted two months before his ship left. Having experiential proof, "blondes who go black have more fun," I had no qualms with Jamal introducing me to his friend Reggie. Ecstatic to be clandestinely set up with another black sailor just returning from the Far East I surreptitiously confirmed Reggie to be very well hung while slow dancing with him at the Acey-Duecy Club after Happy Hour.

Although Reggie had duty the first weekend after Jamal’s ship left, I had no qualms with remaining at the Acey-Duecy Club after Happy Hour. Far more careful about how much I drank the evening was spent enjoying all my slow dancing black sailors’ big cock bulges arousing me. As I had done throughout my husband’s second West Pac deployment and the beginning of this one I went home alone to pleasure myself with my trusty ebony dildo.

The next Friday we discreetly left the Acey-Duecy Club separately and met at my base quarters. He had all weekend if it went the way I hoped it would. Knowing I was going to insure we enjoyed every minute together there was no need to rush.

Nevertheless, in a fog of black cock lust I forgot to close the carport door as my hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt. I needed to take his shirt off and feel his ebony skin. I broke from the kiss, "Reggie, let me take this shirt off."

"Okay," he said with a smile as he started to pull it over his head, "but let’s close that door first."

I slammed the door shut, but he didn’t kiss me again. Instead he started to work on the buttons of my blouse, kissing and licking the skin as he revealed it. My hands were rubbing the strong muscles on his back. He opened my blouse all the way, pulling it out of my skirt so he could unbutton all of it, and whisked it off my body. His hands started on my shoulders moving down to my ribs and my tippling tummy. Yet he didn’t touch my breasts. He was teasing and driving me crazy with lust.

As soon as I felt his hands on my breasts my aroused body came alive begging for his touch. He touched my proffered boobs lightly over the shelf bra. My nipples became turgid under his sensual touch. He bent down to kiss the skin around my bra and then his lips were circling my spiked nipples. Drawing them hard into his mouth was accompanied by my lustful moan. I wanted his lips on my bare breasts without any further teasing delay.

As if reading my mind he reached behind and unhooked my bra, tossing it to the floor. His tongue licked at my spiked nipples. "Girl, you are so sweet," he whispered right before he closed his lips around the turgid nub and suckled me sweetly for a few moments. But then he sucked hard on my spiked nipple flicking his tongue around the very tip.

"Oh god, Reggie…that feels so good." My eyes were closed and my hands were on his shoulders, holding on.

"Girl I want you to see my lips sucking your beautiful white tits. Open your eyes baby."

I did, and the erotic contrast of his dark hands and face on my milky white skin was enough to make my knees weak.

"Reggie, let’s move to the bed. Please, please baby."

He ran his hands all over my body while I reciprocally explored his sexy ebony torso. I wanted to taste him so I leaned in and licked his neck. I moved my fingers over his chest muscles and caressed his equally turgid nipples with the pad of my index finger. He softly moaned. "Oh you like that, do you baby?" I said as I leaned over to take a dark nub into my mouth like he had done to me. "Yeah Girl, I like that a lot!"

I could see his erection through his pants and reached down and stroked it through the denim. He was long and hard and ready. I undid his belt and his zipper and pulled his pants and his boxers down, all the way off. I got off the bed, neatly folded his clothes and placed them on the bedside chair. When I turned to face him again he was lying on his back, his arms under his head, his cock hard on his belly, staring at me. Involuntarily I licked my lips. He was like a delicious treat, much better than the croissant I had that morning,

I walked to the edge of the bed and then crawled to where his cock laid waiting. I took the hard black shaft in my manicured fingers enthralled by the contrast with the black of his cock. I stroked it lovingly. "Baby, you have a gorgeous cock. I can’t wait to feel it in my mouth and in my hot white married pussy…can I kiss it now baby? Can I suck your big beautiful black cock?" Talking dirty to a black extramarital partner turned me on like crazy. Undoubtedly he wanted what I wanted.

"Go ahead girl. It’s all for you." Before the words were out of his mouth my open-mouthed kisses surrounded the purple cock knob and down the length of his ebony shaft to his cum-filled balls. I licked him on the way back up, using lots of saliva to make him wet for my hands and mouth. I put the head in my mouth and sucked, using my tongue to lick around my second and even bigger luscious black cock.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. Black sailors tasted so different from my white husband. He was even longer than Jamal.

He watched me through heavy lidded eyes. No doubt I was driving him crazy. My pursed lips must have looked so good around his hard black cock. My blonde hair splayed over his taut black belly while one hand stroked the base of his cock and balls while the other lightly stroked his nipples. I continued to suck him deeper and had more than half of his magnificent midnight hued meat inside. I started sucking him hard on the upstroke dripping spit onto his cock. He grabbed my head trying to control my cock sucking and I let him lead me. Although I’ve never let my husband cum in my mouth I quickly developed a craving for illicit black lovers’ luscious cum. Lustfully I wanted to taste this second black cock exploding into my mouth.

He was talking dirty making me hotter and hotter until I thought I would explode while I sucked him. I wanted him in my mouth all the time until my husband returned. All I could do was moan around this big black cock

I felt him grow even bigger in my mouth. "You want me to cum in your mouth girl? Are you sure? I’m going to a nut baby…oh god yeah, I’m going to cum now!" I felt the first load flooded my mouth and his cum tasted so good. Multiple spurts in quick succession forced me to quickly swallow but some of his luscious cum still leaked out of my lips onto my chin. So caught up was I in the thought of how good this second bigger black cock felt in my mouth that I didn’t hear him speaking to me. "Finish taking your clothes off girl, I want to look at you."

I knelt on the bed and pulled down the zipper of my skirt, revealing the sexy black panties to him. He could see that I was already thoroughly wet, my blonde pussy thatch glistening with moisture. I sat on the bed, finished taking off the skirt and threw it on the floor. "Stand up by the foot of the bed girl."

Regretfully I obeyed and went to stand near the foot of the bed. I felt very exposed. I was letting him take total. "Touch your boobs girl. Make your nipples hard for me."

I turned to fully face him tweaking my nipples, feeling them spike. Reggie ordered, "Wet your fingers girl and stroke your nipples again."

My second black extramarital lover was lying back on the bed that until two months ago had only witnessed sexual intimacy with my husband. This is so different I thought. Sex with my husband had waned due to his intense work schedule but still had become so predictable and I couldn’t even orgasm without fantasizing myself doing exactly what I was actually now doing for the second time. Recent experiences with Jamal assured me that fucking this second black man is going to just as pleasurable, if not better. Without any qualms I wet my fingers, seductively stroking them lightly over my bottom lip. Teasing him and myself I slowly inserted two fingers into my mouth.

I brought my fingers from my mouth and made tight little circles around my spiked left nipple. My spittle cooled making the nipple very tight and hard. I put my fingers back into my mouth to wet them again and then repeated the action on my right nipple. I felt so wanton, so alive. I loved the feeling of touching myself for him. I wanted to finger my hot wet white pussy, but instinct told me to wait.

"Girl put your foot on the bed and let me see your pussy," he whispered to me.

I put my foot up on the bed, showing this black lover my hot wet white married pussy.

"Touch yourself girl. Touch your pussy. Let me see how wet you are. Let me see how much you want a black fucking," he said while bringing my wet panties close to his face.

I moaned as I reached down with my left hand displaying my wedding rings and lightly touched my pussy. My right hand remained on my breasts, squeezing my nipples, making them ache. Meanwhile my middle finger slid from my clit to my inflamed, wet, throbbing pussy lips. Resisting the impulse to push into my pussy, I closed my eyes, and hung my head back in lustful abandon

"Fuck yourself girl. I want to see your fingers disappear in your hot white pussy."

I inserted one finger, then a second. Once again I was touching myself in front of a black lover, fucking myself in front of him. And I loved it.

I saw that he was stroking himself too. But now my black silk panties were wrapped around his girth. His big thick black cock was hard again. Reggie was hard for me and I was on fire.

"Reggie, I’m going to cum and I can’t stop it."

"Get your fingers outta my hot white married pussy!" he demanded.

Reluctantly I removed my fingers from my pussy. I wanted to cum. But I was going to play this his way.

I provocatively rubbed my fingers lightly on his lips, a trace of my taste and scent still on them and then I bent down and kissed him again. "I loved touching myself for you. I am on fire for your big black cock!"

Reggie lecherously pulled me down to him, rolled me on my back and kissed me. He wanted me to know that he was on fire for me too. I could feel his enormous cock against my belly and I squirmed beneath him wanting him inside me. I reached down with my hand, wanting, needing his big black cock in me. He took my hand by the wrist and brought it up above my head, pinning it to the pillow. I was going to explode if he didn’t fuck me.

"What do you want girl?"

"I want your beautiful black cock inside me. Please, fuck me Reggie," I whimpered.

Instead he brought down his free hand and entered my tight wet pussy quickly with one finger, then two. He started to slowly stroke me telling me how wet I was, how hot I was, how good it was going to feel when he finally did fuck me, how incredible my pussy would feel around his hard dick. It didn’t take but a few minutes of this and I felt myself start to cum harder than I had in the past two weeks.

He let go of the hand above my head as he felt my orgasm start and I instinctively clutched him as my hips bucked against his fingers. I cried out his name at the peak of it, and he whispered in my ear how incredibly sexy I looked while I came. He kissed me while I was coming down, slowing his fingers down until I quieted below him and laid back content, a wanton smile on my face.

He brought the fingers that had been in my pussy up to my face and spread my juices on my lips before he bent down to lick and kiss my mouth. My tongue came out to join his as I grabbed hold of his hand and brought his fingers into my warm mouth. We kissed and then I sucked on his fingers while I reached down and gave the head of his dick a squeeze.

He grabbed my hips and pulled my hot wet pussy over his big black cock. With his purple cock knob prying open my willing pussy lips he took over the fucking. Bringing his hips up and stroking me until he had most of his midnight hued magnificence inside my white married pussy as I swooned in black cock lust. Meanwhile I held on to the headboard as he fucked me slowly from underneath and my pussy clamped an even bigger, thicker black cock tight on every upstroke.

"Two months ago I never thought I’d ever fuck like this. Don’t stop fucking me with that big black cock. Fuck me like this forever!"

He stopped and grabbed my hips hard and ground my wanton white married pussy against him. I moaned loudly as he answered, "Girl I am going to fuck you for hours and when I’m finished, I’m going to fuck you all weekend!"

Intense multiple orgasm surpassed the erotic pleasure experienced with my first black extramarital lover. Vivid mental images from the erotic novels flitted across my mind and I couldn’t wait to try some of them not yet experienced with Jamal. .

Finally, long afterwards, when he held my head in his hands and looked up into my eyes on an upstroke that touched me further inside than any man had ever been, he said to me, "Girl I’m going to cum. Do I cum inside you baby?"

"Oh yeah you hung black stud. I want your load inside me. Reggie, please fill your hot white married pussy with cum."

He fucked me harder, if that was possible, and I felt him stiffen inside my clasping vaginal sheath and start to cum. He bit down on my nipple and I welcomed the pain. He relaxed beneath me. He nuzzled and kissed my neck. With his big black cock still inside my hot white married pussy, his huge load slowly leaked out of my very well fucked pussy. I had taken a bigger, thicker black cock and loved it. Riding the crest of a mindblowing orgasm I knew at that moment I was completely and totally addicted to black fucking and nothing in my life would ever be the same again.

"That was so incredible Reggie I don’t even have words." I breathlessly said while I stroked his back and firm ass cheeks.

After our first fantastic fuck I lifted off Reggie and lay on the bed with my thighs open provocatively caressing my satisfied pussy inviting him with my eyes and my hands back into my body. "I want you to really fuck me again Reggie. I want you to unleash the beast. I’m going to tame that beast," I whispered.

"Are you sure you can handle it girl?"

"Why don’t you try me? I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this badly before."

And he did! Reggie mounted me and fucked me hard and fast. Almost losing consciousness I didn’t care. Black fucking felt incredible. He stroked his black cock in and out of me like a piston. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine as I held on to his shoulders for a wild, ecstatic ride.

I lost myself while he was fucking me. He was like a magnificent beast, lost in his pleasure, which was now mine. For the first time in my life I understood the true meaning of multi-orgasmic. It seemed that as soon as one climax ended, another followed to take its place.

In the throes of unparalleled passion became even hotter when I heard Reggie taunting me with his dirty talk. "Woman this weekend is just starting. There won’t be a position, or a fantasy, or a wish that you have that we won’t do."

"Oh my. Is that right? Tell me Reggie."

"Well I would bet that rosebud on your ass is cherry and I want you to know that it’s mine." He smiled as he said it, but I still didn’t believe I’d willingly give it up to his far too humongous back cock.

"And I haven’t had a chance to eat you for hours yet…." His voice trailed off at the end of the sentence and I felt it in my pussy as if he was already tongue fucking me rather than just exciting me with his dirty talk.

"And then of course, there are the other things. Things I won’t tell you about but will keep you guessing over. How’s that for starters?"

I responded with a lustful laugh and, in spite of reservations about losing my anal cherry, said, "Sounds incredible lover, when do we start?"

"Right now baby…" he said as he moved down my body and started to slowly kiss and suck my hard clit. Dipping his tongue inside my pussy and tasting his sweet cum and my wanton wetness, running his thumb down the crack of my tight ass, threatening to insert it with pressure, while his wicked tongue continued to lightly tease he added, "unless you’re too tired."

"No way…I have never experienced anything like your big thick black cock. I’m hooked on black fucking." And with that I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the incredibly wonderful pleasure of his talented tongue. Secretly intending to continue interracial sex with this irresistibly well hung second black extramarital partner until my husband’s expected return certainly seems to prove, "once a white woman goes black, she cannot resist going back!"In spite of my own behavior I couldn’t believe Reggie’s claim quite a few white wives on the base have secret black lovers. Reggie showed me pictures of interracial couples having sex at Rosa Rita Beach, Baja, Mexico. I didn’t believe these were military wives from this base until seeing my co-worker Debbie in several pictures and recognized a woman I’d briefly met at the base Family Services Center in some others.

Reggie noticed I looked at one of the photos of the black man she was with for a long time. Obviously I was staring at the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Chuckling at me staring with my mouth open in disbelief Reggie quipped, "She's the only woman who can handle him. I guess you can see why."

For several days and nights I couldn’t help thinking about the pictures and kept wondering how any woman could handle someone as extraordinarily well hung as that black man. Finally I just had to find out whether or not the picture was doctored. I went to the Family Services Center where the woman worked and struck up a conversation with her.

Not only did she know who I was, but also discreetly let me know that she knew that I have already been sexually involved with black men. We went for coffee, and after a while she told me about Derrick, the man in the pictures. She looked at me with an impish smile and said, "My husband's back, but I'm sure Derrick would like to meet you. Do you want me to discreetly introduce the two of you?"

Two days later I pretended to casually sit with Derrick during lunch at the base cafeteria. For the past two days and nights I was obsessed with wanting to see how big his black cock really was for myself. After leaving the base cafeteria I just blurted out, "I heard you are pretty big."

He smiled and said, "It difficult to find a woman that can handle all of me."

That opened up things between us and as soon as the door to my housing unit closed we were passionately kissing and fondling each other. Not too long after entering the house he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He started undressing me with absolutely no resistance. Then he took off his clothes.

His amazing black cock was not only long, but also very big around. This man’s midnight hued meat was so large it really scared me; but at the same time fascinated me. We lay on my bed, fondling each other while talking for more than an hour. Finally, I was so turned on, wet, and curious I got up enough nerve to let him try entering me with his he black cock. That first afternoon together I could only take part of him. Over the next month and a half with persistence and definite pain, he was finally able to get all of his enormous ebony cock inside my hot wet white cunt. That first time he finally got his entire ebony enormity inside of my pussy, he just stayed deep in my married white pussy without moving. Derrick gently whispered, "You did it. How does it feel?" In spite of the excruciating pain at my cervix, I halfteasingly answered, "Does this mean from now on I’ll never be satisfied by any smaller cock?"

Equally half-joking Derrick retorted, "Maybe you didn't know it, but the real reason white guys don't like us is, ‘Once their wives have had black, they don't want to go back."

Seeing the pain registering in my eyes and on my face, he whispered in my ear encouraging me to relax. Derrick added, "This is called ‘resizing,’ Just relax and let it happen."

Derrick just stayed there not moving, looking at me, praising me with terms of endearment encouraging me to relax even more. Finally due to his tenderness and patience I was able to relax and gradually the pain kind of went away. Already tuned into me he started the most gentle out and in movements and said, "I'm going to do this until I come."

I kept looking into his sensual brown eyes, wondering how long he would gently fuck me until his approaching climax made him forget his promise and how much being pummeled by such a huge cock would hurt. His humongous black cock was solidly against the top of my vaginal sheath and when he climaxed I distinctly felt the pulses of cum at the opening of my vulva. Apparently I've got a large cervical cavity and of course never felt anything like that with any other man.

It took a couple more weeks of gentle sexual intercourse before I was ready for really hot, passionate sex. When we finally got to that point, it was most definitely a feeling of accomplishment. One night at Rosa Rita Beach I overheard a white guy ask Derrick, "Can she take all of it?"

I thought Derrick might slug the guy. Instead Derrick said, and it wasn't in a whisper, "Every bit, and almost every night!" I was ecstatic to hear Derrick was proud we were a couple.

The white guy didn't believe it, and so later in the night he asked to dance with me. Derrick had no objections. When a man is that well hung he obviously isn’t worried about some white guy stealing his woman.

On the dance floor the white guy began with some awkward small talk. Before the music finished he said, "I've seen photos of that guy you are with, and, I don't care what he says, no woman can handle someone like that."

After all the pain I went though, that really pissed me off. With an edge in my voice I declared, "He gets it all in, every bit of it. What do you want, pictures?"

He looked at me, and sort of smiled in obvious disbelief, which pissed me off even more.

Derrick had been bugging me to take some sexually explicit pictures of us together. He repeatedly said my husband would never see them. I finally gave in and he set up his camera with a self-timer. We kept changing poses while the shutter clicked away especially concentrating on full penetration. He always wanted me to look like I was really enjoying our hot black on white fucking which was absolutely no problem.

When I saw the pictures, I couldn't believe that large of a black cock could fit into my little white cunt. It was not until I saw our photos that I realized how very black and very white and how erotic our difference looked together. The images were scary to look at, as well as a turn-on. After reviewing twice all the photos of our wild time together I whispered in his ear, "Take me to the bedroom." I carefully hid the couple I asked for with my black dildo in the back of my closet.

Walking around the base I noticed some black and white guys gawking at me in disbelief. With their eyes focused on my pelvis it's not hard figuring out what they are thinking. At first I was ashamed.

After finally approaching the Director of the base Family Services Center and beating around the bush with her for a while she pulled out the photos of her and Derrick at Rosa Rita Beach. Of course I didn't tell her I had seen them before. Unaware she said, "I've seen your photos, so it's only fair that you see mine."

She paused for a moment before warning me, "I better tell you this, just in case. A guy that was really pissed at my husband sent a photo of Derrick and me to him. I looked at it and tossed it aside and said, ‘It was obviously fake; no man is that big. Fortunately he agreed adding, ‘I sort of figured. Evidently doctored photography enables guys to create this kind of porno. And besides, it doesn't even look like your body."

Having more in common than most people on this base might suspect the Family Services Center Director further confided, "Some of the women have tried sex with Derrick, but were unable to handle him. When I set you up with him, I didn't think I would have to share the honors."

We looked at each other and burst out laughing. Suddenly the point of her conversation dawned on me. I couldn’t resist asking the obvious question, "You mean photos of Derrick and me are going around?"After the recent gawking from both black and white sailors, I knew she was wrong when Lynn quietly confided, "Only among the few white wives on the base who have secret black sexual partners." Carefully making sure we weren’t overheard Lynn exclaimed, "You certainly have earned your membership into our inner circle!"

Even though Lynn and Derrick secretly resumed their extramarital affair as soon as her husband deployed, I met him a couple times for coffee. But since I wasn't going to be lonely any more we just talked. After willingly fucking three progressively bigger black cocks over the past few months I really needed to let my vaginal sheath resize back before my husband’s return.

Now I knew not only is there sex with someone you love, but also a woman’s vaginal elasticity made resizing to black cocks incomparably pleasurable. My husband’s five-year tour of sea duty meant deploying once more to the Western Pacific. No longer deluding myself into adhering to martial monogamy reinforced my belief in, "blondes who go black have more fun!"

Throughout my thirties and forties good genes and regular workouts kept my body sexy enough to attract secret black lovers after each frustrating hiatus during my husband’s two-year shore tours. During my husband's sea tour deployments I either seduced new equally discreet or exchanged mutually familiar wellhung black extramarital lovers with a select few military wives. Twenty years of arduous sea duty evidently took a heavy toll as my husband suddenly passed away two years after retiring.

A year later I couldn’t resist an ecstatic smile upon conclusively proving, "once a white woman goes black, she’ll always go back" is not a trite cliché. Being intrigued by persistence enabled me to discover a handsome colleague secretly passed for white so successfully for so long I almost rejected his overtures along with every other Caucasian's. Finding a wonderfully well-hung black soul mate undoubtedly must be attributed to all those wonderful years within our secret inner circle of West Pac Widows.