For the next few months Bev was really happy and because she was happy so was I. She would arrange at least once a month to have some lovers come over. She joined a dating site that specialised with black lovers and she went through them two by two but there were so many of them that there was no way she could get through them all. She had not yet developed a special one- no-one was not her boss but they were a couple of dicks for her to fuck and that was good enough for Bev. She even let me fuck her a couple of times but I had to wear the sheath and that was no fun.
I on the other had was getting on really well with Yasmin. We both knew that we would not leave our respected partners because we respected the institute of marriage but we both also knew that we were not going to leave each other either. We were in love with one another and each wondered for that different world that never seemed to exist. We would always meet when Bev was having one of her nights and we would always make love and try different positions and use different toys on one another just to keep things interesting.
One day I came home from work and Bev was sat there looking perplexed on the sofa. She was nursing a vodka and tonic and looked as if she had something to say. I went to the bar and poured myself a whisky and then I went to sit in my swivel chair and turned round to look at her.
"Penny for them," I said.
She had not even realised I had entered the room and was a bit confused when she saw me sat there. She looked at me for a couple of minutes and then with a look of realisation she decided that she should let me into whatever was on her mind. We had not always been the best of lovers but we had always talked about things.
"Am I strange?" She asked.
"No why do you ask that?" I replied.
"I am obsessed with sex. I need to have it all the time and why does it always have to be with black men. There are plenty of good looking white men out there with as big as knobs as my black lovers. I am sure that the street must know what I am up to here and then there is the way that I treat you. Making you go to a hotel room whilst I have my salacious behaviour."
I looked at her and started a little spiel.
"So you have a fetish for black men. Their ebony coloured skin against your pearl white skin must look good to you and the size of their knobs are nothing to do with it. I suspect that they are quite rough with you and you like that where as white men tend to be gentler. Sex once a month is not an obsession. It is no worse than me going to play golf. As regards me going to go to a hotel room it does not bother me and is actually quite nice and helps to relax me. So what has brought on this train of thought?"
"Well something strange happened today and I cannot get it into perspective but I know that my life has changed and it feels really strange. My pussy is so wet even now and I just had to tell someone about it."
I sat back with my drink and expected to hear some tale about how she had been fucked by one of her colleagues or a new black man who had joined the college. What she had to say was even a surprise to me.
"It was a usual day at college. I had done couple of lectures and was in my office doing my paperwork when there was a knock on my door.
Come in." I said.
The door opened and in walked this black woman. She had big breasts and an even bigger ass and she said to me."
"Good morning miss my name is Andrea and I am your new secretary."
I stood up to shake her by the hand and said.
"Call me Bev."
"It was then I realised something strange had happened. My knickers were absolutely soaking wet. I had never thought of a woman in that way and I had to hurriedly sit down so that she did see that wet patch that had formed on my trousers. She asked if there was any work to do and I gave her a couple of reports to write up. As soon as she was gone I got up and locked the door to my office. I stripped naked and sat in my swivel chair and brought it into the centre of the office. I got one of my lovely big breasts and began to suck on the nipple whilst my other hand went to my pussy and I began to masturbate it. I was heaven and I was imagining what we could do together. I was so aroused that I soon came. I stayed like that for about ten minutes and then I got dressed and went back to my work and tried to do some work but I struggled and kept on touching my pussy and cold not wait for the end of the day to come. So that is where I am now. Have I become a lesbian?"
I sat there and listened to what she had to say and I did not know what to say. What she had said had turned me on and the thought of seeing her with a black woman was almost too much to handle and I had to stop myself cumming in my pants.
"Do you want to make love to this woman "I asked?
"She is fifteen stone and she has massive breasts and an ass that could smother my face."
"That was not what I asked. I asked did you want to make love to her."
She sat there and thought for a moment and then she said.
"God too right I want to fuck her. She is so big and sexy and I do not know what to do about it. I have to find a way to get her into our bed. I am afraid for you it will be another night in hotel because I will be doing this on my own."
"That's fine by me." I replied as I hoped that Yasmin's husband would be away and I could have another night with her.
"So what is your plan going to be?" I asked.
"I do not know yet but I shall come up with something so that I get the sex that I want. I have thought what it would be like to be with a woman and with such a large lady who will no doubt dominate me would amazing."
This was something that Bev had never divulged to me so it was yet another sexual fantasy and it was up to the two of us to find a way that we could get them together. We talked through the night and eventually we came up with a plan that we thought might just work.
