Jan's Massage

   I enjoy providing my wife Jan with pleasurable surprises almost as much
     as she enjoys receiving them. Several times when I have noticed Jan
  having a bad week I have arranged for a masseuse to come to the house for
  a relaxing massage. Jan is relatively shy so I had always arranged for a
     female masseuse, but always fantasized watching a male rubbing her
  intoxicating, petite hard body. Jan always loved the massages so much and
    always rewarded me with a great night in bed for my thoughtfulness. I
    figured a male rubbing her would get the both of us especially horny.

  I finally got up the nerve and found a male masseuse in the yellow pages
     and made an appointment for a Saturday afternoon. I told Jan of the
      appointment, but excluded the male part. She prepared herself by
  showering and dressing in a black thong that rode high on her hips and a
  bathrobe. I inquired why such sexy panties for a massage. She replied it
   was for uninterrupted rubbing of her ass, purely practical without any
   regard to sex. She finished "Do you think I want to turn on some other
                                   woman?"

   I had closed the bedroom curtains except for a small slit to watch and
  left the window open to listen. When the doorbell rang I slipped out the
  back door thus making Jan answer the door. As she opened it she was taken
   aback by the tall muscular black man holding a folding masseuse table.
    She regained her composure and let him in. I could hear him introduce
      himself as James. James is about 6-4, maybe 180lbs, very lean but
  muscular. He had a shaved head and wore tight knit athletic shorts and a
     half-crop shirt exposing his washboard belly. This was more than I
                expected and my hardening cock verified that.

   Jan led him to the bedroom as I moved to the bedroom window. I saw Jan
     lying facedown with a towel covering her ass. James came out of the
     bathroom and began pouring warm oil on her back. James' large hands
   almost completely covered her tiny back and narrow waist. She moaned in
    delight as James worked her muscles. What I couldn't tell was if the
   moans were from working the muscles or a turn on. James moved to Jan's
    feet and worked the toes, arch and ankles. He poured more oil on her
  calves and thighs. Watching James work the way up her thighs made my cock
  strain against my pants. Jan's moans and sighs increased in intensity and
                                 frequency.

     James asked if she wanted "her backside rubbed." Jan replied "Yes,
   please." James' hands slid up under the towel and began massaging each
  cheek. I could hear Jan begin to breathe hard. James lifted the towel and
   poured more oil on her lovely ass. I could see the oil run down between
    her legs, Jan trembled and James resumed rubbing her ass. One of his
   hands moved down to her crotch as he rubbed up and down her large lips
   covered by the thin strip of cloth. I could see Jan's ass sway side to
     side and I released my cock to stroke it. This was much more than I
                    expected but it was too good to stop.

  All of a sudden Jan reached back grasping the wrist of James' inquisitive
   hand and pulled it away. Jan said "No, I don't want any of that." James
   apologized and said he misread her. He replaced the towel covering her
   from shoulders to her ass and said "Roll over so I can get the front of
   your legs and face. As Jan rolled James held the towel in place keeping
   her pert breasts covered. James stood toward the top and alongside the
  table. He massaged Jan's shoulders, arms and hands. Jan kept her hands at
   the top of the table as James massaged her face and head. While keeping
    one hand massaging her face, James placed another on her flat belly.

  Then I saw her place one of her hands on James' bare belly and move down
  to his stiffened manhood. With the back of one finger she lightly stroked
  his growing cock as I began to stroke mine. Jan's chest was heaving under
     the towel. James moved his hand from her tummy to the inside of one
   thigh. Jan began wiggling in anticipation but James controlled himself.
  Soon Jan said "Oh God, rub my cunt." James slid a finger under the narrow
    fabric moving it aside. James' large index finger began spreading her
      juices up and down between her folds while Jan's hips squirmed in
                                  pleasure.

  Jan grasped, ripped open the Velcro closure to his shorts and his massive
    dick popped out. Jan grasped his black tool and pulled it toward her
    turned head placing the head into her mouth. James began pumping her
      mouth while shoving his moistened finger into her sopping cunt. I
  exploded onto the bushes. My wife's new black stallion continued pumping
  two of her holes, Jan moving in time. Soon James pulled his hand from her
    box, grasped her head, let out a grunt as he shot his load into Jan's
   mouth. Jan swallowed but his cum still dribbled from both sides of her
                                   mouth.

   Jan kept pumping James' cock which never seemed to shrink. Jan replaced
   James' hand with one of her own as she feverishly rubbed her clit. Jan
  pulled away and said "I need to be fucked." James replied, "Anything you
  want." Jan got off the table, slid her messy panties off and laid face up
   on the bed. James pulled his shirt and shorts off. As he crawled on the
  bed Jan pulled her knees up to her chest. James kneeled over her, holding
   his dick. He slid the head up and down teasing her. Jan tried to slide
           down to push his cock in her but James would pull away.

     Jan pleaded "Please fuck me now, please, please, oh god I need your
    cock." James kept sliding his massive tool up and down her lips while
  replying "Why should I?" Jan told him "I need some cock now, please, I've
      been good to your cock, don't you want to fuck me?" Jan continued
   wiggling under James as he asked "Well Jan, will you keep being good to
  my cock?" Jan quickly answered "Yes, yes, anytime you want me, anyway you
                want me, anything you want, please fuck me!"

  James slid his strong hands under Jan's ass grabbing a cheek each, in one
   fast thrust he slammed himself in her. Jan screamed while grasping the
  headboard. Jan gasped and said "Easy, oh you are so big". James reminded
    her "You said anyway I wanted it bitch, you want me to pull out?" Jan
            grabbed his ass and said "No, no, it's OK, go ahead."

  James began pounding my wife in long hard strokes, Jan's entire body and
    hair bouncing. Jan began moaning, a sound familiar as she approaches
   orgasm. Her knees pointed toward the ceiling, legs wrapping around his
     waist. Jan began screaming and kicking as she came. James continued
    thrusting that black cock into my no longer innocent wife while sweat
   began forming on his back making his skin glisten like his cock covered
  with their juices. James gave Jan a series of rapid slams while grunting,
         expelling another load of spunk in another hole of my wife.

  James rolled off Jan landing on his back, his cock dripping with his cum
   and my wife's lubricant. They both lay there, on our bed catching their
  breath. Soon Jan moved kneeling between James legs and began to clean his
   cock with her tongue. Jan commented "God your cum tastes good, mmmm, I
   love this big dick." James said "You keep being good to it and it will
  keep visiting you." Jan happily said "Good, I don't think any other cock
                     will make me as happy as this one."

  Soon James got dressed and left. Hours later I walked back into the house
   finding Jan sitting on the couch with a big smile on her face. I asked
  about the massage. She told me "It was fantastic, with this stressful job
  I think I'll need one every week." That night we fucked like rabbits, she
                 was so stretched and sloppy and passionate.

  She gets one or two massages a week now, never when I am home. I miss the
   action. She has never confessed that she fucks the masseuse. I plan to
     ask her if she would ever like to fuck another man in front of me,
    especially a black one. Maybe she will consider, that allowing me to
    watch what she thinks is my first time seeing her bang a black cock.

                       My First True Black Experience

  First of all let me just acknowledge what a turn-on and inspiration this
    site has been for me to fulfill my lusty desires. I am a 32 year old,
   attractive and happily married woman who, in the past three years, has
       been fantasizing about giving my body to a strong, romantic and
  well-endowed black man. This is a short letter about how I became turned
    on to the idea of a black sexing experience and about my very recent
                              first encounter.

   My husband and I enjoy an active sex life. Three years ago he began to
      bring home Penthouse Letters and we would occasionally read them
  together. His favorites were letters about female bi-sexual experiences.
   Although I too enjoyed these letters, what shocked and aroused me most
    were the letters from wives who took a walk on the dark side, or from
     their husbands who caught them in the act. Of course, I saved these
    letters for when I was alone and would masturbate repeatedly, cumming
   four, five or even more times in a steamy session. I think the reason I
  was so juiced up by the thought of being with a black lover whose power,
    size and stamina could exhaust my own is that although my husband is
  generous and skilled in bed, his penis is only 5" and he has the tendency
  of ejaculating quickly after he enters me (I take this as a compliment to
    my sexy body and tight pussy, however, I still crave a longer, deeper
                   fuck than he has been able to provide.)

    About a year after we started reading Penthouse together, we began to
  experiment with the swinging lifestyle. Through Internet ads and couples
    clubs we had shared experiences with other couples and I fulfilled my
      husband's fantasy of seeing me with another woman. Although these
   encounters were enjoyable, they only fueled my black desire and made it
                       seem more possible to achieve.

  One couple we met introduced us to the Edgewater West adult motel. It's a
     motel/swingers club in Oakland California and caters to every kink
   imaginable. Each room has a glass patio door facing an enclosed common
  courtyard. The courtyard has a tropical garden setting with hot tubs and
   a swimming pool. Clothing in the courtyard area is optional. Across the
   courtyard from the rooms is a dance floor where the dress code is very
                 risquŽ and the dancing is very, very dirty.

  My husband enjoys looking into other rooms to watch other people engaged
  in every sexual act known to man. It was looking into one such room that
    I caught my first sight of a white woman being fucked by a black man
   while her husband filmed the action. My panties were immediately soaked
  as I stood hypnotized. I dragged Eric to our room and begged him to pound
   me. Soon a small crowd formed around our patio door. I was thrilled at
                   being watched while he made love to me.

  Our visits have always been on Saturday nights (couples only) and that's
    just what we do - meet with other couples, however, recently we were
  really in the mood to go but had family plans that Saturday night, so for
    the first time we went on a Friday (single men invited.) When we got
   there I was beside myself - the courtyard was filled with great looking
    single men, many of whom were black. I knew in my heart this was the
                     night to fulfill my lust's desire.

  The hot tub was empty so Eric and I decided to slip in while it was good
   and hot. However, the moment I took off my robe and got into the tub it
  quickly filled with horny guys. I could feel hands and feet roaming under
    the water trying to cop a feel of any part of me. Eric laughed when I
   told him and he asked if I wanted to leave, I told him no that the guys
                    were generally behaving themselves.

  Eventually we got out, got dressed, and went into the dance club. Eric is
   a great dancer but he gets easily distracted. He was anxious to satisfy
  his voracious voyeur's appetite and wanted to go check out the action in
     the rooms. I decided to stay and finish my drink. Immediately I was
      approached by several men asking me to dance. I accepted several
  invitations from the cutest and flirted shamelessly, rubbing my body into
        their's and allowing them generous feels of my tits and ass.

     While I was dancing with one man my eyes caught the eyes of a tall,
    handsome black gentlemen. He was standing near the floor watching me
  carefully and I found myself wanting to put on a show for him. Eventually
  my dance partner realized he no longer held my attention and moved on. I
   walked toward my mysterious admirer and he met me halfway. A slow sexy
      song had begun so we simply started to groove when we reached one
   another. My body melted into his as his strong hands explored. He stood
    behind me and held me as we danced. I could feel his manhood pressing
   against me and I shuddered as I imagined it parting my lips. He kissed
    the back of my neck and whispered his name: Michael. Michael, my dark
  angel. With my heart pounding, I tried to reply but my throat was dry and
    my mouth seemed disconnected. Finally, in exasperation, I managed to
  whisper back that I wanted him to take me. Together we walked out of the
                club, across the courtyard and into his room.

   The walls in the motel rooms are covered with large mirrors. No matter
      where I looked I saw an image of myself in the arms of this black
  magician. His magic was the ability to make both my fears and our clothes
     disappear. His body was God like. Solid, with tight coal black skin
   stretched taught over massive muscles. His abdominal muscles were well
      defined and even the muscles of his neck seemed to belong to some
  champion thoroughbred. His cock was massive: long, thick, straight, with
    a large head and angry slit. It was already oozing a steady stream of
   semen as I inspected it, caressed it, then fell to my knees to worship
                                     it.

   I kissed the head of his cock then ran my tongue along the underside of
     his shaft; lifting it high as I made a trail down to his scrotum. I
     whimpered uncontrollably as I felt the heat of his prick against my
  cheek. His cream tasted smooth and mild and my mouth quickly filled with
  his pre-cum. By now a small crowd had formed outside watching mesmerized.
   Michael took hold of my chin and stood me up. He then lay me down onto
  the bed and climbed next to me. Thus began the slow process of possessing
  me, mating me, fulfilling my every desire. I had never before known what
    it was to be truly taken, filled. My pussy was utterly drenched: His
     tongue deep in my mouth; his hands on my breasts and ass; his cock
  filling me over and over. Again my eyes roamed around the room to admire
    his body entering mine from every angle. But as my eyes drifted from
   mirror to mirror I caught sight of the reflection in the glass door to
  the room. Outside a large crowd of men was standing and watching as they
   played with themselves - and at the head of the crowd stood my husband,
   his eyes glazed over, mouth gaping while he stroked his cock like a man
   possessed. When our eyes met I smiled. He froze, his arm lurched and an
  enormous load of cum splashed against the glass door. Soon after Michael
   began to cum and I felt his flesh throbbing deep inside me - his mighty
   load filling me, splashing about my womb. My body immediately began to
    shake uncontrollably as I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my
   entire life. It went on and on, searing across my mind and body. It was
       all too much and as it finally began to subside, I blacked out.

  When I came around Eric was by my side holding my hand. The room was dark
   and the curtains closed. I asked him where Michael was and he said that
     he had left, but had left his number. I asked Eric if he could ever
  forgive me. He said that watching me so completely aroused and wanton was
     the greatest sight of his life. He asked if I would need to be with
  Michael again. I immediately said yes. He then spread my legs and lowered
   his face to my quim and proceeded to kiss and lick me from my ass to my
     clitoris. I quietly came on his tongue and dreamt about my future.

    Since then I have met with Michael again and again. Sometimes alone,
  often with Eric watching. I even allowed Michael to take me in my marital
  bed while I wore white stockings, a garter, a white lace push up bra and
  my wedding veil. I got the idea from a photo I had seen on the Internet.

  I hope you've enjoyed sharing my experience. I want to thank everyone who
    contribute to this site and through those contributions sent me on an
                           unforgettable journey.