For some time Fran and I have spiced up our sex life with the use of fantasies. We have tried quite a few but the ones that have been the most effective have been those that involve black cock, huge black cock.
A couple of months ago we went out for dinner on a Saturday evening. It was at a local watering hole that serves decent meals. The main attraction was having our meal in the open air on their deck. It was a beautiful summer evening ideal for outside dining.
We were about halfway through our meal when a couple was seated at the table next to us. It caught my attention because I recognized the woman and the man was black. What a towering man he was. He was easily 6'4" and weighed at least 250 pounds. The woman is a few years older than Fran and me probably close to 60 and he was at least 60 years of age.
Although I recognized the woman it took me a few minutes to figure out where I knew her from. Finally it dawned on me. Her name is Pat. She is a cashier at the local Walgreen where we get all of our prescriptions. I hadn't seen her in a while.
I'm not bashful when I see someone that I recognize. I tend to recognize and remember more people than those who recognize or remember me. So I said: "Excuse me, I think I know you from the local Walgreen". She said: "You're right. You've got a good memory". She went on to tell me that the reason I hadn't seen here there was that she had knee replacement about five months ago and would be returning to work soon.
Fran and I returned to our meals as did Pat and her man. She didn't introduce the man so I don't know if he was her husband or her boy friend. Based on the snippets of conversation that I overheard I made the assumption that they were married.
In the ensuing months Fran and I continued are fuck fantasies. Our ritual was to retire to bed and read an interracial Literotica story that I had printed. While Fran would read I would attach vacuum nipple tubes to her nipples and apply a decent amount of suction. It's amazing how huge her nipples get when pumped. Although I have two tubes I only have one pump. Therefore I let the tube on her left nipple dangle and I leave the tube on the right nipple attached so I can apply more suction when appropriate.
When she is done with the story she will take off her glasses and then look at me. The width and devilishness of her smile tells me whether or not she liked the story. The other indicator is how wet and sloppy her kiss is.
At this point I will make sure the 70's cable music station is on, then I will soften or turn out the lights completely. She will lay flat and I will get the vibrator for her. She will start the vibrator and I will start to pump here right tit. If she needs help I will encourage her to act out the story she just read or one of her favorite fantasies. It is always a black cock fantasy.
I can tell when she is ready to cum. Her belly "swells" and becomes as hard as a rock. At that time I pump all the more until the needle is off the dial. Her eyes roll back in her head and she goes limp, exhausted and fulfilled from her orgasm.
On nights when we fuck but don't play to the point of her orgasm I will attempt to get her horny by telling her a black cock fantasy story. This is usually in the wee hours of the morning when I awake after a few hours of sleep.
Just the other night as I was telling her a story I decided to incorporate Pat and her black friend. Fran seemed to have liked it because we have fucked often the last couple of days and this morning we awoke early and I brought her to a very nice orgasm.
Here is how I would see the fantasy play out.
Because I have a few friends who work at the local Walgreen I was able to find when Pat was scheduled to work again. With that information I made sure that I had a prescription or two to pick up at least one night each week when Pat was working for the next few weeks.
The first time I saw her I reminded her of the night my wife and I saw her and her man at the restaurant during the summer. I made sure I referred to him as her husband so that she had every opportunity to correct me if I was wrong.
Over the next few weeks we talked about her knee surgery and rehab as well as her current fitness program. We got to be friends.
Then one evening after I got my prescriptions I noticed that she was getting off work. I made sure that I was walking out of the store the same time that she was. As we walked out of the store I asked her if she would like to have a cup of coffee so we could continue our earlier conversation.
There was a Dunkin Donuts right next to the Walgreen so we walked over together. We each got a coffee (my treat) and found a table where we could sit and talk. Although there was no one else in the restaurant I made sure we sat at a table far away from the counter so we could have our conversation privately.
After talking about her fitness plan I changed the direction of the conversation.
"How long have you and your husband been married?" I asked.
"I will be forty years next June." She replied.
I said that it must have been difficult beginning a mixed marriage in 1970. She said that although our society had come a long way by that time there were still times when it was a challenge. She said that once her family got to know Jerome they accepted him for the kind and gentle man that he was. Once her family was okay with it it really didn't matter to her what anyone else thought. She was always quite aware of the looks that they got whenever they were out together. She was never able to have children so she never had to deal with any prejudices that would have been directed at her kids.
At this point I knew that this was my chance to talk to her further about my "plan".
I said; "Pat do you think that any women ever looked at you with envy?"
"What do you mean by that?" She said with a wry smile.
"I mean, it's quite common lore that black men are quite well endowed and not only that they know how to use it please a woman."; I said.
"Oh that." She said with a knowing smile.
"That happened quite a bit. In fact it was one of the only sources of conflict in our marriage over all these years. You see, I'd find women offering themselves to Jerome quite frequently."
"Did he ever stray?" I asked.
Pat answered: "I don't believe so. If he had he would have told me. He has always been completely open and honest with me. He was certainly quite flattered but he has been totally devoted to me all these years."
I must have looked crestfallen. Because Pat then said: "You look disappointed with my answer. Did you have something in mind?"
Somewhat embarrassed I began to tell her my story: "For some time my wife and I have used fantasies as part of our sex life. We tried many different types but the ones that have always excited each of us the most are the interracial ones. By interracial I mean my wife having sex with a black man. Not any old black man but one who was extremely well endowed. It is quite exciting, the thought of my wife giving herself completely to a black man. The mental picture of her being totally satisfied beyond anything I could ever do was a turn on to each of us. That old saying of 'once you go black you never go back' added extra excitement to our sex life."
