How I Came to Love BBC Part 1

Hello, my name is Patti and this is my sexual odyssey. I guess, you could call me a cougar. I am tall, toned, have perky breasts and shoulder-length silver, blonde hair. I am a gym fanatic and have always stayed in shape. I work in computer sales and I believe in working hard, and partying harder. That is how I met my husband, Marty. I was knocking back drinks at happy hour and started chatting with this tall, ruggedly handsome, blonde man. We shared a few drinks and struck up a conversation. Eventually, we dated for about a year. I loved Marty’s funny, happy go lucky attitude and we got married.

Unfortunately, Marty’s party lifestyle continued after we got married. I only partied on weekends, but Marty did it all-week long.  He also smoked, ate terribly and started packing on the pounds. This affected our sex life, which was great at first, but got worse as Marty sometimes couldn’t get it up from the booze. His gut didn’t help either, and after a while, I started insisting we fuck in the dark, so I wouldn’t have to see his glistening rolls of flesh. And even when he did get it up, the sex would only last a few minutes.

I found myself getting frustrated. I was 40, with a great body and raging libido, but had a husband who couldn’t keep up with me. I started going online to while away the time, and reconnected with Lisa, an old college drinking buddy, through Facebook. We started chatting online and sharing pictures. I noticed that many of Lisa’s Facebook pictures were shots of actors like Taye Diggs and Shemar Moore. She also had several pictures of her partying with black men, including loving pictures of a tall, dark-skinned man who seemed to be her present beau. Of course, I was curious about her preferences. One night we were chatting on the phone, and I probed her.

“So, what’s the deal with you and black guys?” I said. “Is that all you date?”

“Hell, yeah!” Lisa replied.

“Why?” I asked, intrigued.

Lisa laughed. “Well, I have slept with a lot of guys and most of the black ones I saw were bigger.  And the sex was good too. You know the saying, once you go black … Oh god, I’ve become Kim Kardashian!”

We both burst into peals of laughter over the phone. After I hung up, I crawled into bed next to Marty, who was snoring loudly. I guess the conversation had made me honry and curious. I reached for his dick and had a hard time finding it under his gut. I stroked it, but nothing happend. I pulled his cock out of his PJs and tried to suck it hard, but still got no reaction. Frustrated, I grabbed my vibrator and jerked off while fantasizing about Tyrese.

I kept up with Lisa online, and over the phone and, as women do, we often talked about our sex lives. She told me that she and Jeff, an officer in the Marine Corps, had a vigorous sex life. They had sex all over their house, in the car and even in the movie theater. Apparently, they rarely did it in bed. She also sent him naked selfies and had cam sex when he was stationed overseas. Lisa said he always made her cum and she was surprised that I didn’t usually have orgasms.

“Yeah, Jeff has an eight-inch dick and he knows how to use it,” she said matter of factly. “He has been stationed all over the world, and those hookers have taught him a thing or two. Sometimes, when he gets back from a tour, he fucks me so hard I can’t walk straight for days.”

I politely said, Marty and I were having problems and left it at that. I started wondering about all those stories I had heard about black men. There must be some truth to them. My father was an old-school, War War II vet, who had grown up during segregation. He had warned me to never bring home a black guy. One time, he told me that the myth about black men having large penises was not true.  

“I was in the service, showered with many of them, and I never saw it,” he had blustered. I wondered why dad had told me that. Was he scared I would find out the truth, and go over to the dark side? This only deepened my curiosity.

Eventually, Lisa and Jeff managed to stop screwing long enough to announce their wedding. Lisa asked me to be her maid of honor. At first, I dreaded the idea of buying an awful dress, and getting dragged into the whirlwind of a wedding. But, I decided I needed a break from my marital problems and cherished the chance to get away. Lisa’s wedding was being held at a resort in upstate New York, so that weekend I flew up to see the happy couple.

Lisa and Jeff picked me up at the airport in their Nissan Pathfinder. Lisa helped me with my bags and I got in the back seat. I was surprised to see a man who looked like a carbon copy of Jeff sitting there. Like Jeff, he was tall, dark-skinned, sported a buzz cut and had bulging muscles under a Marine Corps T-shirt.

“Hi, I’m Jason,” he said pleasantly and shook my hand.

“Lisa, you didn’t tell me that Jeff was a twin,” I said.

“Yeah, they were born a minute apart,” said Lisa, from the front seat.

She shouted back at Jason, “Jay, you better be nice to Patti, she’s like my sister.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure that she’s taken care of right,” Jason said, flashing pearly-white teeth in a seductive smile.  

I noticed his dark brown eyes linger on my tanned legs that were peeking out from my black minidress. I felt a spark of sexual tension between us. I crossed my legs and played with my hair.

“I’m sure it will be fun getting to know everyone,” I said, trying not to get flustered. In reality, my mind was going a mile a minute. Was he interested in me? Was he as lusty as his brother? Was he hung too? After all, they were identical twins. I reminded myself I was a married woman. But, my marriage was on the rocks and my pussy hungered for a hard cock that could bring me to an orgasm. I had been neglected for too long.

Lisa prattled on about her wedding on the short drive to the resort. I was only half-paying attention. My mind was wondering what Jason’s body looked like under that T-shirt and jeans. We pulled up at the resort, and Jason helped me to my room with my bags. I had a large suitcase, but he seemed to handle it effortly.

We gathered with the rest of the wedding party for a rehearsal dinner. I was seated next to Jason at the table. He told me he flew Apache attack helicopters and had served in Iraq and Afghanistan. Apparently, he came from a long line of Marines. His father had fought in Vietnam and his grandfather had fought in World Word II. Jason said, he was also thinking about getting his master’s degree after he got out of the service.

I was fascinated that there was more to him that muscles and good looks, but I barely paid attention. My leg brushed up against his under the table and I felt that spark again. My pussy began to tingle and, right then and there, I knew I was going to fuck him.

The rehearsal party broke up and some of the guests trickled into the resort bar, which also featured a small dance floor. Jason grabbed my hand and begged me to dance. Since the DJ was playing some contemporary hits, I joined him. I loved to dance but Marty hated it, so it had been ages since I had partied. Jason turned out to be a good dancer and he was putting me to shame. But I didn’t care, I was having fun! The DJ put on a slow jam. Jason pressed his muscled body against mine and I felt every inch of him through my thin dress. As our bodies swayed together, I felt his large bulge pushing against my groin. I noticed juice leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thigh.

As the night dragged on, and the drinks flowed, I began to hunger for him. When the bar closed, I practically dragged him back to my room. I pulled him up against me, as we kissed in front of my door. Jason had thick lips that were much bigger than Marty’s and just made for smooching. We kissed and sucked on each other for ages, before I fumbled for my key card and opened the door. I dragged him inside.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” I whispered in his ear.

Jason was tipsy, but still lucid. “Aren’t you married?” he said cautiously.

I grabbed the bulge in his pants.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” I said, seductively.

I unzipped my dress and dropped it to the floor. I ripped off my white, lace panties and shrugged off my bra. I embraced Jason with my naked body.

“You know you want me,” I cooed. I couldn’t believe I was being so forward. But it had been such a long time since I had been fucked good, I was willing to beg for it. I reached into his pants and gripped his long shaft. It felt huge.

“Oh my!” I said, my eyes growing wide. It turns out that Jeff and Jason were identical!

I yanked down his pants and he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. We stood naked in the moonlight, admiring each other’s bodies before we attacked each other like ravenous animals. We kissed and Jason carried me to the bed. Without saying a word, he pushed me on all fours. I felt him slide a large finger into my pussy. Satisfied I was slick enough, he nudged his dick against my pussy lips and thrust into me. I gasped, as he filled me, I hadn’t been penetrated that deeply in a while.  

He stopped and said, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I said. “Just give me that black dick.”

He thrust hard against me and I felt his balls smack against my ass. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.

“Oh yeah, take that dick,” he muttered.

“Yeah, yeah give it me,” I whimpered. He was deep in my womb. He slammed me harder and I felt sparks of energy flickering up my body.

“Oh God,” I cried. “I’m cumming.” I let go and felt a wave of familiar pleasure flood my body. My pussy trembled and my hips bucked. Jason gripped my hair and I heard him groan and shoot a load of hot cum into me. He pulled out and we lay panting in the dark.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” I said, stunned at what I had done. I had acted like a cock-hungry slut, who was begging to be fucked.

Jason laughed. “Looked like you needed it pretty bad,” he said.

“You don’t think I am a slut, do you?” I said. “It was just with the booze and the dancing, I got carried away. And it’s been so long ...”

He silenced with me a kiss. “Hey, sometimes these thing happen.”

I broke away from him and grabbed his cock. My small hand barely fit around it. He quickly got hard. I was eager to feel him inside me again. I pushed him on his back.

“I want to try some more of this,” I said, climbing onto his hips. I eased my pussy slowly onto his dick. I felt engorged by him. I gasped as I got used to his size, then started to slide my pussy, back and forth. Jason grunted in appreciation and reached up and squeezed my boobs as I rode him. I was struck by how erotic the sight of his dark hands against my white boobs looked. I continued to ride his big, black cock. It felt so good, I wished I could have stayed there forever. Jason was panting hard.

“Patti, you look beautiful,” he moaned.

He grunted, shut his eyes and I felt a jet of cum spurt into my cunt. That set me off. I threw my head back, let out a piercing cry and gushed all over Jason’s groin. I couldn’t believe it, I just squirted! I had never done that in all my years of marriage.

“Damn, girl!” laughed Jason, dripping with my juices. “It looks like you turned on a hose.”

I lay on the bed, too drained to talk. My whole body tingled. I had broken my marriage vows with a man I had just met, but instead of feeling guilty, I felt exhilarated. I wanted to do it again. Jason slipped into the bathroom to dry off. When he got back, he started gathering his clothes, which were strewn around the room.

“Where are you going?” I asked, as I lay on the bed.

Jason smiled sheepishly, “We both need to rest,” he said. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow. I get the impression that you could go all night. Plus, I can’t be seen coming out of your room, you’re married.”

He kissed me lightly on the lips and left. I touched my aching pussy. He had just left, but my kitty already missed him. I was happy, but also frustrated. Why hadn’t someone told me this before? If black men fucked like this, I had been wasting my time screwing white guys. I fingered my cilit, and thought of Jason and his thick cock, until I came. That was the only way I would get any sleep that night.

The next day was spent getting Lisa ready for the wedding. With her petite frame and brunette hair, she looked radiant in her wedding dress. I primped in the mirror and put on a pink silk dress. Bridesmaids are not supposed to outdo the bride, but I still wanted to look good for Jason.

As I helped Lisa with her make up, she said, “I hope Jason has been treating you well?”

“Oh, yeah,” I answered vaguely. “We’ve been having a great time.”

Lisa eyed me, but said nothing. I think she suspected something was going on, but she left it alone.

The wedding flew by. Jeff and Jason looked dashing in their Marine Corps uniforms, and their dad, who was a retired captain, also wore his old uniform. I had never been to a “black wedding” but it was so much fun. After the lake service, there was a lot of dancing and revelry and people doing the electric slide. During the ceremony, Jason and I had stolen furtive glances and I felt that tingle again when we escorted each other down the aisle. My panties were damp, knowing that my pussy was going to get worked over later that night. The revelry on the dance floor gave Jason and I an excuse to get close and we spent the whole night dancing together. I enjoyed pressing against him as the DJ spun Luther Vandross and Keith Sweat hits.

Finally, Jason and I managed to steal away.  He dragged me into an empty bathroom and we locked ourselves in a stall. Jason dropped to his knee, lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. And there, in his full uniform, ate my pussy to his heart’s delight. He lapped away at my cunt before parting my lips and tongue fucking me. Jason clamped his thick lips over my clit and sucked hard. I gasped and had to steady myself against the wall, it felt like he was sucking the life out of me. My mouth formed an O, but nothing came out. My body shook as Jason made me squirt all over his face and uniform. We cleaned up and returned to the wedding party. I was embarrassed that people would notice Jason’s uniform was soaked in my cum, but the wedding goers were having too much fun to pay attention. My panties were so sodden, I ditched them in a trash can and went commando for the rest of the night.

The party dragged on until the early morning. I spent most of the night entwined with Jason, dreaming of the moment when we could steal away and resume our lovemaking. Finally, when the moment was right, we hurried to my room and tore off our clothes. Jason was barely in the room before I dragged off his uniform pants and had his cock in my mouth. I sucked and licked his huge prick and even tried to deepthroat him. I was rewarded with a huge gob of cum which he shot into my mouth. I tried to swallow as best I could, but some of it dribbled down my chin. I scooped it up with my finger and licked it clean.

Feeling aggressive, I grabbed Jason’s dick and dragged him to the bed. I pulled him on top of me and spread my legs wide.

“I have been going crazy for you all day,” I begged. “Please give me that dick.”

I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth! I had turned into a total cock slut! Could black dick do that to you? Jason didn’t seemed to mind. He lay down on top of me and fed his cock into my dripping pussy. I groaned as he eased his dick into me.

“Oh God,” I whispered, remembering how he felt.

Jason lifted my legs, hooked them over his broad, black shoulders and pounded away at my cunt. My head thrashed from side-to-side as the ecstasy built up in my groin. I had waited all day for this feeling and wanted to savor the moment. But I couldn't hold back any longer, I groaned loudly, dug my fingers into Jason’s back and came hard.

We spent the rest of the night making wild, noisy, sweaty love. I howled up a storm, as I came three times and even drew some annoyed bangs on the wall from the neighbors. Jason finally escaped from my clutches at about four in the morning. It was a good thing too, because if he hadn’t left, I would have fucked him dry.

The next morning, I avoided the dirty looks from neighbors and joined the wedding party at breakfast. I wore dark sunglasses and pretended I was hungover. But, in truth I was worn out because I had been fucking all night and had only got two hours of sleep. Jason, the poor guy, looked fatigued too. We shot pleased glances at each other, as we munched on scrambled eggs and sipped orange juice. After breakfast, Jason drove me to the airport. We embraced for a long time and exchanged numbers. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

When I got back home, I knew everything had changed. I didn’t want to stay in an unfulfilling marriage and be a cheating wife. I soon moved out of the house and filed for divorce. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had spent the the last 40 years of my life avoiding black men, but not anymore. I now loved BBC, and didn’t care if the whole world knew it.

Threesome at the Ski Lodge

When I announced that was I was moving to Utah to pursue a research fellowship, people looked at me like I was crazy. I had just graduated from Howard University with a master’s degree in microbiology and began desperately sending out job applications. One day I got an email from a Utah state university saying they had considered my application and wanted to offer me a research fellowship.

I was a little wary about going to Utah. All I knew about the state was that it was run by Mormons and there weren’t many black people. But I didn’t have any other job offers, so I sold my things, packed up my Acura and drove cross-country to Utah.

The university helped me find an apartment and I soon settled into a routine of driving to work and laboring through experiments in the lab. It was a bit of a culture shock moving from D.C., chocolate city, to a predominately white Utah college town. There were hardly any black people and there were no black night clubs or churches. I didn’t join the Mormon church, even though I had plenty of offers, so that opportunity wasn’t open for social activities. I decided to stick with the Baptist church.

I got an up close and personal look at Mormons. For the most part, they seemed like genuinely nice people. Many were drawn in by the traditional culture which was focused on big families and stay-at-home moms. I could see how people were attracted to it. It was appealing, if you ignored some of the stranger aspects, such as the holy underwear and the part where you get a planet when you die.

Even though the Mormon church has a reputation for being conservative, not all the members of the Church of Latter Day Saints were actual saints. I heard stories of Mormon girls getting buck wild, a few months before they got married. They wanted to sow their wild oats before they settled down and became dutiful wives. Of course, they usually chose non-Mormon partners, so the community wouldn’t find out. And even though polygamy had been outlawed, some Mormon men had mistresses which were tolerated by their wives.

Since I didn’t want to get involved in the Mormon church, I started looking for other activities to keep me busy when I wasn’t working. The university had a program where they offered discounts at a local ski lodge. Now skiing is like skydiving, one of those things that black people don’t do. When my coworkers asked me to join them on a ski trip, they couldn’t believe it when I told them I had never skied before. One weekend, I was bored out of my mind and decided to take them up on their offer.

I went to a sports shop and bought the necessary equipment, jacket, pants, gloves, skis, and headed out. The lodge was up in the mountains surrounded by tall fir trees.  It also featured a hotel, bar and coffee shop. It was very idyllic and I was glad to get out of the city and experience nature. I got an instructor and took some beginner’s classes and was soon zipping around the slopes having a grand old time. Now Utah was always white bread, but on the ski slopes I was literally the only brother there. I was like a chocolate drop in a sea of milk.

When it got dark people retreated to the bar where there was plenty of drinking and flirtatious behavior. People were on vacation so they wanted to let their hair down. And with the snow-white hills and moonlight, the lodge could be very romantic.

One night I was drinking alone in the bar, when I struck up a conversation with an older couple. The man had white hair and glasses, and the woman had curly, silver hair and wrinkles. She must have been 60, but still had a nice rack, which must have been fake.

The couple were friendly and asked me where I was from and how I came to be in Utah.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” said the wife. “We don’t get to meet many black people around here.”

We had a great time getting to know each other. I noticed the wife was inching closer to me at the bar, but thought nothing of it.

Finally, the husband said, “Well, we’re heading up to our room, would you like to join us?”

“Join you?” I asked, confused. “For a late-night drink?”

“Yeah,” said the man. “A drink and maybe we can see where it goes from there? My wife has never been with a black man before.”

His wife eyed me like a starving dog.

I was dumbfounded! They had been hitting on me all along and wanted a threesome. Now, I had my share of pussy at frat parties, but had never been approached for a threesome, especially by a husband. I was flustered, so I made a lame excuse, finished my drink and left the bar. I may have been horny, but GILFs have never done it for me. As I left, the wife looked forlorn. I guess she had genuinely hoped she was going to get some BBC that night.

Ironically, this wasn’t the first time it happened to me. I was approached by several couples looking to hook up with black men at the lodge. Apparently, the scarcity of black men had made us exotic and in high demand. I did some reading online and learned there were underground swingers' groups in Utah. This backlash seems to have come in rebellion against the Mormon church, which essentially tries to suppress sexuality, especially among women.

One night, I was at the lodge and hankering for some hot chocolate. They had a Starbucks which was tastefully decorated like a lounge. It featured throw rugs, comfy couches and a roaring fireplace. The shop was essentially empty except for a couple of middle-aged cougars, who were dressed in college sweatshirts and jeans. One of them was tall, bronzed and had shoulder-length brown hair. The other was shorter, curvy and had a blonde bob. They were no spring chickens, but they both looked doable.

The cougars came over to the couches and asked if they could sit with me. Since I was the only person in the shop, I said yes.

The brunette introduced herself. “Hi, my name is Belinda, and this is Joy.”

The blonde waved.

“My name is Greg,” I said being friendly. “I noticed that you guys were wearing college sweatshirts. Is that where you went to school?”

“No,” said Joy, looking at me over a mug of coffee. “That’s where we teach. We’re professors.”

I told them I was a research assistant at a local state university.

“So how did a fine, strapping man, such as yourself, come to be at a ski lodge all alone?” asked Belinda, eyeing me.

“Well, it’s kinda hard for a black guy to date in Utah,” I replied.

I was getting an idea of where this conversation was headed. But the two cougars weren’t bad looking, so I played along.

“I can’t believe that a guy as handsome as you is here by himself,” Joy said, a little too eagerly.

 

They asked about going to school in D.C, and I asked what courses they taught. We were having a fine time.

“So, are you two Mormon?” I asked.

“This is Utah, almost everyone here is a Mormon,” said Belinda, with a sly grin. “But, that doesn’t mean we take it seriously. Sometimes I don’t even go to church.”

Joy piped up and said. “You know this has been so much fun. You are the coolest person we have met since we got here.”

By now she was sitting in a chair next to me.

She stood up. “You don’t mind if I sit in your lap, do you? Some guys say I am too heavy.”

She had wide hips, which were kind of big for a white girl, but perfect for a brother. I wondered what her ass looked like under those jeans.

“Sure,” I said, grinning. “I don’t have a problem.”

She sat on my lap and nestled her butt into my crotch. I felt myself growing hard as my dick strained against my boxer’s shorts and jeans. Joy wiggled her butt around and played with my ear. I’m sure she must have felt my boner.

Belinda was looking at us and smiling like the Cheshire cat.

“Let’s take this up to our room,” she suggested. We grabbed our drinks and went up to their room. I sat on a couch, while Joy cuddled next to me and Belinda lay on the bed. We enjoyed our drinks as snow fell outside.

“So, Greg,” Belinda said. “Do you like older, white women?”

“Sure,” I answered.

“That’s good, because neither of us has been with a black man before,” Joy said shyly.

Belinda and Joy stood.

“Greg, let’s play a game,” Belinda said. “We want you to judge who has the best breasts.”

They pulled off their sweatshirts and unhooked their bras. I was presented with two sets of breasts. Belinda’s were smaller and perkier, while Joy had large, low-hanging, natural boobs.

“I think they both look beautiful,” I said, diplomatically.

“Aw, you’re so sweet,” said Belinda. She walked towards me and slipped her breast in my mouth. “You deserve a reward.”

I sucked and nursed on Belinda’s breast and felt the nipple stand up. I caught it between my teeth and bit it gently.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” Belinda moaned.

Joy had got on her knees and spread my legs.

“I want to see that big, black cock,” she purred. She unzipped my pants and reached inside my boxer’s. I felt her grasp my dick and yank it out.

“Ooh, that’s a nice one,” she said, admiringly.  She bent down and covered the tip of my dick with her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I was in the middle of a threesome with a boob in my mouth and a mouth on my dick. I had only seen this kind of action in porn movies.

The room was quiet apart from groaning and sucking sounds as we pleasured each other. Belinda was throwing her head back and trying to cram more of her breast into my mouth. By the way she was moaning, I wondered if she was one of those women who could cum from breast action alone. Joy was taking her time sucking, slurping and licking my dick. She was a very talented woman. I gave her an A plus in dick sucking.

I felt a bulge of pressure in my groin as I got closer to an orgasm. I pulled my mouth off Belinda’s boob and yelled,“I am gonna blow!”

“Don’t worry,” Belinda said. “Cum in her mouth, give her that black man juice.”

I grunted and shot a load into Joy. I watched her cheeks bulge as my cum filled her mouth. She stood up from me, and kissed Belinda, pouring my cum into her open mouth. My dick got hard again just from watching that nasty act!

Belinda swallowed, wiped her mouth and smiled at me.

“Now I want to feel that big, black cock in my ass,” she said.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. Anal sex was something I liked, but it was rare to find women who were into it. Belinda dug out some lube and got on all fours on the bed. I poured a gob on to my hand and smothered my cock. I also massaged some into Belinda’s asshole. I stuck a finger into Belinda’s butt and wiggled it around.

“That feels good, Greg. But I want your cock,” said Belinda, lustily.

I got behind her and eased my cock slowly into her ass. She was nice and tight back there. I stopped with my dick halfway in and began to work it back and forth. Belinda seemed to love the attention her ass was getting. She closed her eyes as I reamed her ass and her hands clenched the sheets.

“Oh yeah, right there,” she howled. “Fuck my ass with your big, black cock!”

I quickened the pace and sunk my cock further into her ass until I was balls deep. Joy decided to get in on the action by fondling my balls and sucking my neck. Belinda started to make guttural noises as she got closer to her climax. She thumbed her clit and I felt her pussy pulse as it was wracked with an orgasm. I lost control and pumped several spurts of cum into her ass.

Feeling spent, I eased my dick out of Belinda’s ass, which was slippery with cum and lube. Joy wasn't finished, she bent over and cleaned the cum, lube and ass juice off my dick with her mouth. I was shocked! I had always been freaked out when I saw this act in porn movies, but I never imagined I would see a woman perform it on me -- especially a demure, Mormon college professor.

I stepped into the bathroom to clean up. When I got out, the woman where kneeling on the bed and smiling at me. Somehow they had managed to come up with a can of whipped cream.

“Time for dessert,” said Belinda, with an evil grin. These women were as kinky as hell! After what I had just witnessed, who knows what they were capable of?

I stepped closer to the bed. Joy grasped my cock and stroked it until it got hard. Belinda, ever the ring leader, sprayed my cock with whipped cream leaving a large gob on the tip. I felt like a cake.

“You’re our chocolate sundae,” said Joy, with a laugh.

The women slowly licked the whipped cream off my dick, enjoyed the sweet taste and my hardness. They stroked my cock back and forth and licked my balls. I couldn’t hold back much longer under the onslaught of their tongues and I announced I was going to cum. They opened their mouths and held up their breasts as I pumped my dick and sprayed their slick faces with cum.

I fell face down on the bed exhausted. The women let me rest for a while, but after a few minutes, I started to feel them playing with my ass. They flipped me over and got me hard again.

“Ladies, I'm tired. I'm not a machine,” I protested.

“Just lie there,” said Joy, with a hungry look in her eye.

“All we need is this,” she said gripping my dick.

I lay back and watched Joy climb on my dick and ride me like a bucking bronco. Belinda stroked her hair and patted her back as she ground her way to another shuddering climax. Joy rolled off me and then Belinda rode me until she came with another screaming orgasm. Believe it or not, they managed to coax another orgasm out of my bruised cock. I was beginning to feel like a talking vibrator and I secretly liked the way they were using me.

Thankfully, the women seemed to be satisfied after that. They curled up in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. I grabbed my clothes and returned to my room eager to get some rest. We stayed in touch and often hook up after a day on the slopes. Who knew skiing could be so much fun?

A Steamy Weekend With A Utah Hotwife

I have been in the interracial cuckold scene for a while but there are some things that still surprise me. I have experienced cuckold husbands who want to watch their wife get fucked by a black man, men who send me pictures of their naked wives begging me to fuck them, and men who send their wives over to be fucked and sent home with cum-stained panties. But I was surprised when I got an email from a couple in Utah.  

I have a profile on Adult Friend Finder and I regularly get likes and views from people in different states and other parts of the world. I don’t pay them much attention because I am not on there looking for a pen pal or someone to play on cam with. So when I received a like from a user named Sexyutahcouple, I didn’t pay it much mind, especially as they didn’t have a picture. I was surprised when I got another email saying that I had a nice body and they wanted to talk to me.

I was wary. I know that there are a lot of bisexual men out there who use interracial cuckolding as an excuse to get close to BBC, and that wasn’t my thing. I typed a short message telling them to send me some pictures if they were serious. I was surprised when I received a picture of an attractive, middle-aged couple who looked like they stepped out an Eddie Bauer catalogue. He was tall, had a conservative haircut and wore a blue polo shirt and khakis. She was an attractive soccer-mom type with platinum blonde hair that fell to her waist. He said his name was Rick and her name was Amy.

My interest had been piqued so I asked Rick if he could send me some sexy pics of Amy. A few minutes later I received a pic of Amy in a polka dot bikini. He also sent me some nude pics of Amy lying seductively on the bed. She had a bald muff and firm, upright boobs that were obviously fake. That got my attention and I suggested we move to instant messenger.

I sent Rick and IM asking him why he had contacted me. He wrote back and said that he had had a thing for watching interracial porn and his wife, who had been a cheerleader at Brigham Young University, was interested in black men.

I typed: I’m assuming you guys are Mormons.

Rick typed: Yeah, but that doesn’t stop us from being human. We still have wants and desires.

I typed: So what are you looking for? And isn’t there anyone local?

Rick typed: We live in Provo, which is about 90 percent white. They’re just not that many single black men around here.

I pondered what he had told me. Utah had a reputation for being white bread and Mormon. But I  had seen stories about Utah also having the highest Internet porn use in the country. I had also read about Mormon women using antidepressants in high numbers. Evidently there was a lot of restlessness going on underneath that conservative veneer.

I kept talking to Rick. He said that his earliest sexual experience was watching an interracial porn video that he had gotten from a high school buddy. He said, he had been turned on by how taboo it was and as he has gotten older he kept up with interracial porn on the net. One day, Amy had busted him jerking off to interracial porn on his laptop. But instead of chastising him, she had expressed curiosity and asked to watch. Watching images of white porn starlets getting jackhammered by BBC, turned out to be an aphrodisiac for both them and that night they had wild sex.

Afterwards, Amy had admitted to Rick that she had been secretly watching interracial porn online for a long time. She envied those white porn stars getting fucked by black studs. Rick said they should do something about it, so he went online.

“It has been hard though,” Rick said. “Most of the guys I have talked to have been out of state.”

I told Rick to give me Amy’s number and I called her. She picked up after the second ring.

“Hello, it’s nice to talk to you,” she said. She had a sweet, melodious voice.

“It’s nice to talk to you too,” I replied. “You have sexy pics. So, when did you get into liking black men?”

“I guess I have always been interested in black men, but I didn't realize it until I got to college,” she said. “When I got around all those sweaty athletes it made me realize how sexy they were. I mean they were all in great shape. But I was too scared to do anything. Mormon women are raised from an early age to be homemakers and good mothers, so I never experimented or even really dated that much. I met Rick when I was 16, and we were already being groomed to get married like good Mormon kids.”

“We got married after Rick got back from his mission trip,” she said. “After that I soon became pregnant, like most Mormon women. We got a house in the suburbs and I knocked out four more children and concentrated on being a mom and housewife. We live a nice life, Rick is a great provider, but honestly I get bored. When the kids were away at school, I would get on the Internet and you know how that is, you can find anything. I started looking at interracial porn sites and it turned me on. I remembered my college days and started fantasizing.”

Her story was not uncommon. Having played with a lot of hotwives, I had heard this all before, but I played along. She had a sexy voice and was cute.

“So what do you like about interracial porn?" I asked.

She giggled. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she said. “It’s the big dicks. I discovered Lexington Steele and began to wonder if all black men are hung like that. I have also never been with a black man, so I am curious. “

“Well ,Lexington Steele is a monster. I’m not 11 inches, but I haven’t had any complaints,” I said with a smile.

“Well, it’s just not the big dicks, I like the way black men fuck white girls. It’s so passionate and raw,” she said. “After 20 years of marriage, Rick and I don’t have that anymore. I don’t know why.”

“So is that what you want? To be fucked hard and treated like a rag doll?” I asked.

“Oh, you are so bad,” she said huskily. “I can’t believe it, but you are making me wet.”

Well, that turned me on too, but I didn’t tell her that. I was having fun teasing her. Since they lived in Utah, I didn’t really take them too seriously.

“Well, I’ll send you a present tonight,” I said mysteriously.

That night I took a dick pic and emailed it to Amy. I am eight inches, and used to having women go crazy over my cock. If they don’t run screaming, they want to plant a flag on it and claim it as their own.

When I got home from work the next day, I fired up my laptop and saw an IM message from Amy telling me to add her on Skype. I turned on Skype and saw Amy’s video cam was on.

“Was that you for real?” she asked.

“Yeah, it sure was,” I said. I stood up, pulled down my pants and pointed my dick at the camera.

“Oh my God,” she said slowly. “That thing is huge. That would really tear me up.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I bet that turns you on.”

“It does,” she said. “Hold on.”  

She stepped out of the camera frame. She had been wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but now she had stripped down to purple bikini-cut panties and a matching bra.

She sat back in her office chair and dipped her hands into her panties.

“You're making me wet,” she said. “Stroke that cock for me.”

I was a little shocked at how fast things were moving. I had figured Amy to be a conservative Mormon soccer mom, who would need help coming out of her shell, but she was more adventurous than I thought.

“Where’s Rick?” I asked.

“He’s still at work. But I told him I was going to be playing on cam with you, and he’s okay with it,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

“Take out your cock again,” she pleaded.

I dropped my pants and pulled my dick out of my jockey shorts. I grabbed some hand lotion and began stroke it.

“Oh my God,” Amy said. “That’s so hot.”

She was playing with her crotch and gripping her breasts. I was getting turned on just watching her.

“Why don’t you take off your undies?” I said.

Without saying a word, she stood up ripped down her panties and unsnapped her bra. Amy's body was in amazing shape for a woman who had five children. Her boobs stood up firmly against her bronzed body,

“You look hot,” I panted, as I stroked my cock.

“Thank you,” she replied as she continued to finger her snatch. 

My strokes got faster and I started to pant louder. I tried to hold back that wave, but I felt that inevitable build up and came all over my hand.

Amy was slumped back in her chair with her eyes closed. She rubbed her pussy furiously and then sighed as she came.

“That was so hot,” she said in between breaths. “I have never done that before.”

“Well, there is a first time for everything,” I replied. “Where did you learn to jerk off like that? I don’t know much about the Mormon church, but from what I have read it’s not exactly pro masturbation.”

“The church says all kinds of things,” said Amy. “It doesn’t mean we follow every law. As a stay-at-home mom, I get to read a lot and surf the net. I ordered a ton of books from Amazon about sex.”

Amy lay back in the chair with her legs spread.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said. “It was so nasty. Rick is going to get it good when he comes home.”

I laughed, and said I needed to log off and get cleaned up.

I talked to Amy and Rick almost daily.  Rick would tell me that our webcam sessions would make Amy so hot that she would fuck like crazy when he got home from work. And if I thought the webcam sessions would keep Amy happy, I was wrong. All they did is give her a taste and she wanted more. She began to pester me about when she could see me.

“I want to feel that big black cock,” she would say. “Playing on cam is not enough for me.”

“Yeah, but you live up in Utah and I’m in LA,” I said realistically.

“We’ll have to do something about that,” she replied.

The next day I checked my email and saw the details for a flight booked from LAX to Salt Lake City International Airport.

I got a call on Skype. It was both Rick and Amy.

“Did you get the ticket?” Amy asked eagerly.

“I sure did. So you want me to come up and see you?” I asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” said Rick. “Amy is dying to meet you in person.”

“Please come and see us,” said Amy, leaning into the camera and showing off her boobs. “Don’t make me beg.”

“Okay, I’ll come,” I said. What the hell, I thought, I had never been to Utah.

That weekend I drove to LAX, tolerated the invasive body search and enjoyed the short flight to Salt Lake City. I departed the plane and collected my luggage. The airport was full of white Mormons welcoming their sons back from mission trips. I thought it was odd that while they were there to pick up missionaries, I was there to get picked up for missionary sex!

I collected my bags and called Amy. She said she was waiting for me at the curbside. I soon found her blue Lincoln Navigator and got in. She was was wearing jean shorts that showed off her tanned legs and a black tank top. Her face was covered in huge black sunglasses. I stowed my bags in the trunk, which was full of toys, grocery bags and sports equipment. She was definitely a soccer mom.

I got in the front and gave her a hug.

“Nice to meet you in person,” I said.

“It’s so good to see you too,” she replied, wrapping her bronzed arms around my neck.

She whispered in my ear, “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

The sound of her husky voice and the sight of her taut body made me hard. I hoped it didn’t show through my pants.

“You look hot,” I said. “Where’s Rick?”

“Oh, he’s at work,”  Amy said, as she steered the truck out of the airport and onto the freeway.

We chatted as we drove to Provo.

“I never thought I would meet Mormon swingers,” I said staring at the desert scenery flashing by.

“Well, I don’t know if we are swingers,” she replied. “Actually you’re going to be the first black guy we have played with. I’m excited.”

“So if you like black guys, why didn’t you just marry one,” I asked casually.

“That’s a good question,” Amy said thinking. “I guess it took me a long time to come to terms with my desires. For a long time I was a good Mormon girl who did everything she was expected to, getting married early, having kids. But I wanted more. The Mormon church can be kind of stifling for women. We’re expected to be like Stepford wives.”

“Also, even though things have changed for black people in the LDS church since 1978, interracial relationships are not exactly welcomed,” she added. “My entire family is Mormon and I would have been ostracized if I married a black man. And anyway, by then I was already married to Rick and popping out kids. I was kind of stuck. But now I have you.”

She reached over and gently cupped my crotch.

“Please concentrate on driving,” I said laughing. “I don’t want to get pulled over and grilled by a nosey cop.”

She turned her focus back to driving and we were soon in Provo. We drove past strip malls and big box stores until we were in a high-end neighborhood filled with beautifully-landscaped homes. Amy waved to a few people as she drove by.

“How are you going to explain me to your friends?” I asked.

“Oh, you are a friend we knew from college who moved away,” Amy said with a sly grin. Turns out these Mormons could lie pretty well.

Amy pulled the truck up next to a black Cadillac.

“Rick’s home,” she said. She opened the front door and led me into a huge high-ceilinged living room.

Rick was sitting on a curved couch watching football. He stood up and shook my hand.

“Glad you could make it,” he said.

Amy disappeared and returned with two glasses of cranberry juice.

Rick and I chatted about work -- he owned a lumber company -- football and kids.

“We’ll be okay, all the kids are away at church camp,” he said.

Amy returned and told us dinner was served. It was a healthy meal of chicken salad.

I ate slowly but noticed that Amy seemed to be fidgeting through the meal.

Finally I asked Rick, “Is she okay?”

Rick laughed. “She is fine, she's just dying to suck your cock.”

Amy blurted out. “I’ve been horny for you ever since you got off the plane. I’m this perfect soccer mom all day long, and sometimes I want to burst out and be a slut. Can I suck your dick?”

“You mean right here at the table?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

“Okay,” I agreed, thinking this was some crazy shit.

I pushed back my chair and she knelt between knees and unzipped my pants.

“I want to see that BBC,” she whispered. She pulled back her hair and yanked out my cock. She watched it grow under her touch.

She looked up at me and said, “I’ve waited for this so long.”

She took my dick and sucked the tip, then she gobbled it down until her chin was brushing my balls. Where did she learn that trick, I wondered.

Rick had gotten up from his chair to take a peek and was smiling as his wife sucked my cock. Amy may have only had one man, but she must have learned something from all those books she ordered off Amazon, because she knew how to work a dick.

I threw my head back and saw pictures of smiling kids in soccer uniforms staring down at me. It was a bit disconcerting knowing that their Mom was sucking my dick, but I was too ecstatic to care.

I felt a huge load bubbling up from my balls.

“I am going to cum,” I groaned.

Amy kept sucking and didn’t skip a beat, so I shot a huge load into her mouth, which she slurped down greedily. She sucked and licked me, draining all the cum from balls.

She stood up and wiped her mouth.

Rick face was flushed red and there was a bulge in his pants.

“That was so hot,” he said. “I’ve never seen Amy do anything like that.”

Amy tugged at my shirt. “I want to feel that dick inside me now,” she pleaded.

She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me upstairs. Rick followed behind us. She pulled me to a huge master bedroom and started ripping off her clothes. Soon she was naked and urged me out follow suit.

“I want you to fuck me doggy style, like those porn stars in the movies,” she said urgently.

She got on her knees, and faced Rick who was seated in a chair.

My dick was rock hard again. I got behind her and slowly sank my shaft into her wet snatch.

“Ahhh,” she groaned as she felt my girth. “Oh my God, you're so big, you’re stretching me out!”

I slammed my dick hard into her ass. I knew exactly how she wanted it, I had seen those movies.

“You want me to fuck you like a porn slut?” I grunted, gripping her hips.

“Yes, yes,” she cried. “Pull my hair.”

I grabbed a handful of her platinum locks and pulled her head back.

“You like that?” I whispered staring into her eyes.

“Yes, yes,” she whimpered.

She was getting close because she was starting to moan and buck her hips. I had something special planned for her. Just when I was about to cum, I pulled my dick out and spurted all over her back and ass. She sighed and arched her back, as my hot seed spilled over her.

“That felt so nasty,” Amy said, with a big a grin on her face.

I laid back on the bed and saw that Rick had pulled out his dick and had a huge erection.

“I guess I need to take care of that,” said Amy.

“A woman’s work is never done,” she said with a laugh.

She climbed off the bed, knelt in front of Rick and started to suck him off. Our show must have really turned him on, because it didn’t take long before he was grunting and shooting cum into his wife’s mouth.

Amy disappeared into the shower and Rick told me he had gotten so hot from watching me fuck his wife, that he had to do her himself.

“It was like being in a real-life porno movie,” he said grinning broadly.

I pulled on my clothes and he showed me to the guest room. I rested on the bed and watched MSNBC as Rick and Amy had noisy sex. I could hear Amy’s loud screams echoing down the hallway. I was tired from the trip and from fucking Amy, so I changed into my PJs and nodded off to sleep.

I was awoken by a knock at the door. I stared at my phone and saw it was 1 a.m. Amy let herself into the room. She was wearing a black, silk night gown.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay and needed anything,” she said with a shy smile.

“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “It’s one o’clock in the morning.”

She sat on the bed next to me and reached for my crotch.

“Who am I kidding?” she said laughing. “I wanted more dick.”

I laughed. “Woman, you’re just greedy. I heard you a few hours ago, you must have had at least three orgasms.”

“Women are multi orgasmic,” she replied. “We can keep going like the energizer bunny. It’s you men who need to recharge.”

“What about Rick? I thought the rule was no playing without him?”

“Don’t worry about Rick. I fucked and sucked him so good, he’ll sleep like a baby. I’ll be quiet and do all the work.”

She shrugged off her nightgown and stood there naked. She dipped her hands into my PJs and stroked my dick. She then climbed on the bed and sat astride me, lowering her pussy onto my cock.

She let out a muffled cry as she settled on me.

“Oh yeah, right there, I have missed that dick,” she whispered.

“You just had it about two hours ago,” I said.

She shut me up by shoving a boob in my mouth, which I sucked greedily. She started to grind her hips slowly against my groin while moaning quietly. She reached back and held up her hair. It was sexy as hell watching her grinding on me, her naked body bathed in moonlight.

When she reached her climax there was no screaming and thrashing. She came quietly and sighed blissfully. She climbed off me and pulled on her night gown. She leaned over and quickly jerked me off.

“Thank you,” she said and kissed me. She slipped out of the room and returned to Rick.

The next day Amy knocked on my door. They were headed off to church and would be back in a few hours, she said. I had cereal and watched old white men argue on the Sunday morning political shows.

Rick and Amy arrived back around 12 p.m. Amy was looking sharp in her church attire, which was a sleeveless yellow dress, white panty hose and white heels. Her hair was pulled back in a conservative pony tail, but she still looked hot.

“You’re giving me a stiffy in that church outfit,” I said.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “I need to do something about that.”

She knelt in front of me and started giving me a blow job. Rick got behind his wife, raised her dress and pulled aside her underwear. He slid smoothly into her cunt and started fucking her from behind as she blew me.

I know it must sacrilegious but the thought of Amy blowing me in an outfit she had just worn to church was a major turn on. That thought kept me hard as Amy sucked on my shaft and I delivered a heavy load of jizz in her mouth. Rick pumped away at Amy’s ass and I watched her eyes roll back her in head as they came together. She gripped my thighs tightly as the orgasm tore through her

We would have stayed inside fucking all weekend, but Rick and Amy decided to be good hosts.They showed me around the Brigham Young campus and took me hiking in Provo Canyon. We were all sticky from the hike and showered when we got back. Amy came to my room wrapped in a towel. She led me back to the master bedroom and dropped the towel. She got on the bed and motioned for me to join her. Rick watched as I threw her legs over my shoulder and fucked her hard. It wasn’t as wild and raw as the first time, but it was still pretty hot.

The next day Rick bade me good bye and left for work. Amy drove me to the airport. She dropped me off at the curbside and said, “I had such a great time.”

We hugged and I left for my flight. I flew back to LA happy. I had a fun weekend and had helped Rick and Amy fulfill their fantasy, but didn’t expect to hear from them again. When I checked my laptop I saw an IM from Amy that read, “Had a great time, I miss you. When can you come back?” I now get a monthly ticket to come see them. It’s a crazy world, man.