** Attention; this is a story regarding an white wife in an interracial affair. If you do not like this type of story do not read this. If you decide to continue anyway do not waste my time or yours writing emails about how disgusting interracial relationships are, using the "N" word, talking about how the husband should kill or burn alive both of them, etc. If you don't like it why the hell are you reading it in the first place?**
I stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom giving myself once over before leaving on my date. Wearing a green v necked tee shirt that showed off the top of my chest. Which I have ample amount of. I also like the way I look in green since it's a good color for my red hair. A pleated black skirt that went down to my mid thighs and black heeled boots that were mid calf high. It helped show off what I consider one of my best parts, other then my hair, which are my strong well shaped legs. They are far from small which is due to years of running, dancing, swimming, and hiking. They look good though and I seldom ever show them off. Staring at myself once more before going I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Never thought in a million years of going out on a date while my husband was away. Much less a date with a black guy I have never met in person but have only secretly talked to online and the phone.
Before I continue let me explain a little bit about myself. My name is Marisa. I am 25 and have been married now to my husband John for nearly four years. He was the first and only man I have ever been with in a sexual way. He isn't home nearly as much as I would like, or need. He works for a transportation company as a driver and at times I only see him one or two days per week; sometimes less. I'm not at all tall at 5"6'. I'm a natural redhead with pale skin, freckles, and blue eyes. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a size eight and ten. I am also a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often the first thing guys notice about me. Guess I can't blame them though since they are hard to miss. I also have a huge sex drive and could go everyday, multiple times, if I was able.
What my husband doesn't know about me and I have tried hard to hide is my biggest fantasy. A little over a year ago I developed a real turn on, a really, really big turn on, for black guys. It all started when I was home alone and bored so I was playing on the Internet. Came across a site that was only black men having sex with white women. I didn't think much of it at first the image stayed in my head for sometime afterwards, eventually leading me back to look again. What turned me on was the sight of their dark skin against that of the white women is what caught me and is what turns me on to this day. More so picturing their dark skin against that of my very pale. More and more often it turned me on to think about until finally it became my all encompassing fantasy. The only one I ever think about and the only one that turns me on anymore. Have a whole stash of photos and videos hidden in a file on our computer to look at. Yes, also to masturbate to, all are of black men with white women.
Then I started going into chat rooms that were geared solely towards interracial relationships. I liked talking about my desires to real black men. Of course most every black guy told me how big his dick was. I didn't believe much in that feeling that what I saw in most interracial porn was the exception not the norm. That the myth of black guys with big dicks was just that, a myth. Never went beyond talking online even when some asked me to. That was until I met Jamal. He's a good looking single black guy, around a year younger then me and lived less then an hour away. Jamal was both taller and slightly bigger then my husband. He began talking to me through instant messenger and explained that like my fantasy for black guys, he has one for white girls. Even more so married white women. Also like me has he never acted on it. We talked fairly often, most every day I got on he was there. Soon he was emailing me and I him. I tried to hid it but I know our physical attraction was towards each other was blatantly obvious. He sent me a ton of photos, all of which I looked at often while talking to him. Honestly even masturbated once or twice to them. Was surprised though since he was one of the few guys who never boasted about his penis size leading me to consider what I already believed, that most black guys don't have big dicks except in porn. I got so comfortable with him that he finally convinced me to talk on the phone. From there he got me to agree to meet him in person. Not sure how he did it or why I gave in. We mad a date to meet about halfway from both of our places. Jamal swore it was just as friends, nothing more. I picked a day that I knew my husband wouldn't be at home.
We picked a bar to meet at for a couple of drinks to talk. Pulling into the lot I sat in my car still nervous as hell. Summoning up my courage I walked towards the building. Stepping inside I saw Jamal sitting by the front. Noticing me too, waved to me as he stood up. Walking over he embraced me in a hug. I still felt a bit awkward as I sat down. That didn't last long as we began to talk I felt more comfortable around him. We sat there for some time having a few drinks and chatting in person. He admitted that he also felt nervous about this. Yet was dying to meet me in person if only just this one time. At one point during the conversation he reached over, placing his hand on my knee. The sight of his black hand resting on my pale white legs sent a chill of excitement up my spine. I also caught him more then once looking at my chest. Jamal then began talking about his apartment and the view from his living's room glass sliding doors and balcony. Telling me he would was sure I would love it and wanted to show me where he lived. I wasn't sure at first. He finally convinced me and I would like to see where he lived and if the view from his place was as good as he said.
Getting into the car I drove off following Jamal who stayed close ahead of me. A little more then 30 minutes later we pulled into a large parking lot adjacent to a big apartment building. Had to be close to fifteen stories high. The neighborhood wasn't the best, not the worst though and likely safe enough for me to walk around without much worry. Getting out of the car I waited until Jamal walked up to me. Placing his hand on my back he lead me into the buildings lobby. As we went towards the elevator the doors opened and out stepped two black guys, around our age. They both looked over at us with big smiles and called out to Jamal. I assumed they were friends of sorts. Saying hello the one of the left asked him who I was. Jamal explained I was a friend of his and was stopping by for a short visit. I introduced myself shaking their hands. They both had a funny look on their faces and Jamal asked if he could excuse himself for a moment as he walked away with the two guys to the other side of the lobby. I could not hear what they were saying but did notice that they looked over in my direction several times. After a couple of minutes Jamal walked back towards me and the other two guys yelled that it was nice meeting me. Stepping into the elevator we went up all the way to the twelfth floor. Jamal's place was all the way at the end of the hallway.
