Author Note: This story is the same as 'Marcie, Daryl and Steve'. It was submitted twice by mistake. Sorry!
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Hi! My name is Marcie, and my husband's name is Steve.
We've been married for seven years.
Steve is around six feet tall with a lean build and a handsome face and exercises regularly to stay in shape. He reminds me of Keanu Reeves from the Matrix. He's a salesman at a medical products company and makes a lot of money selling high priced medical equipment. He says the product sells itself, but he's also a natural-born schmoozer.
I work in an IT department at a medium-sized local company and make good money as well. I'm only five foot five and one hundred and fifteen pounds, but I have a curvy body and cute face that I inherited from my mom.
About a year ago, Steve wanted to spice up our sex life. I thought it was a good idea because no matter how much you love each other, things get stale after a while. We started to watch some porn together. It turned out Steve liked interracial porn flicks, and so did I because I spent my teenage years in a black community, which requires some explaining.
Mom seemed to need a new man every few years. It was like clockwork. I never met my father because either he left mom or mom left him. Mom has a killer body and had a boob job that enhanced her C-cup breasts to D-cup. They look authentic and are very popular with men (and some women). Mom's not a bimbo, though. She has a degree, is sharp as a tack, and has a high paying job. She's never gone out with men for their money. Her dates were often well off, but she didn't need their money and never tried to get support when she left.
I was like a military brat moving from place to place, but in my case, I followed my mom's wandering love life. In some cases, I lived with just mom, but if she got serious with someone, she moved in with them, and I followed.
When I turned thirteen, mom got serious with a black guy and moved into a neighborhood where almost all the people were black. I didn't even know any black people and found myself starting grade nine in a school where almost everyone was black. Yikes!
My stepdad's name was Mo, and my stepbrother's name was Daryl. Mo owned a Ford dealership and was quite successful, and Daryl was the same age as me.
They were both very kind to me, and I quickly warmed to them. For example, I heard Mo tell Daryl that going to a new school in a new neighborhood would be stressful for me, and Daryl was to walk me to school and watch over me as much as possible. That gave me a warm fuzzy, but I was still so nervous that I threw up in the washroom before we left. Daryl heard me retching and patiently waited and wiped a spot of barf off my blonde hair.
It was a major shock being in a class where everyone was black, but nothing happened (I'm not sure what I thought would happen), and every day got a bit easier. Daryl was invaluable. He stuck by me and introduced me to his friends, who quickly became my friends. I found kids with similar interests to mine, and in no time, didn't have the urge to toss my cookies in the morning.
Before we moved in with Mo, mom and I were alone for two years, and I walked around freely in my undies and a t-shirt because it was just us. I developed early and already had mom's curvy body when we moved into Mo's place. There were no women at Mo's because his wife died young, and he had no daughters. It never occurred to me that it would be a problem to walk around Mo's place in my undies and t-shirt. Apparently, it distracted Mo and Daryl because mom told me to cover up.
Mom and I were huggers, but Mo and Daryl rarely hugged. Perhaps it was a guy thing. My introduction to hugging Mo came when he bought me an iPhone. Holy crap! I knew how expensive they were. I was so excited that I spontaneously hugged him. It surprised him, but when I disengaged, he looked pleased. After that, I felt comfortable hugging him, and he always seemed happy when I did it.
Mo acted like he was my dad, which was irritating when he told me my skirt was too short or I had to be home by a certain time, but most of the time, it was wonderful! I'd never had a dad that took an interest in me, and I liked it! He loved baseball, and mom didn't, so he took me to games with Daryl. I loved being in the stadium with all the other people and eating junk food and watching the game. After a year, Mo legally adopted me. I was so touched that I couldn't stop crying and made a mascara mess of his white dress shirt. He didn't care and continued to hug me.
When Daryl and I turned sixteen, Mo brought an old used car home from his Ford dealership for us to drive. Then he took us out to practice. Daryl made fun of me because I could barely see over the dash. Daryl and I went to get our licenses on the same day. I aced my exam, but Daryl failed. I laughed my ass off because he'd been so cocky about how he was a better driver than me. Daryl had to humble himself and ask me to drive him around. I loved it! His friends ribbed him mercilessly!
Every day I started to think of Mo more and more as my dad. One day the word 'dad' slipped out of my mouth without thinking. You should have seen the look on his face! He had the biggest smile I've ever seen, and his chest puffed out like a peacock. He was proud to be my dad, and I was proud to be his daughter. I always called him 'dad' after that.
I liked Daryl as well, but not always. Daryl became a brother, which meant he was sometimes a jerk, but I liked him most of the time. I especially like picking his brain about the boys I liked!
The mind is very malleable, and within a year, the shock of being in a black world was gone. It was my new norm, and I became quite conscious of all the black guys in my classes. Mo noticed, and I had to be careful when talking to my girlfriends about guys. He was very protective and gave any guys I brought home the evil-eye.
Mo and mom encouraged my school studies and recommended I take a programming course in grade ten. I found out I had an aptitude for it and took every programming/computer course after that. It was my ticket to college, where I met Steve.
I obsessed over guys like any teenage girl, but in my case, it was black guys. I may have been white, but by the time I got to college, all my friends and boyfriends and family, except for mom, were black, and my formative teenage years were in a black community. Being surrounded by white people at college was weird!
So, it was perfectly normal for me to get turned on watching interracial porn. My boyfriends in high school were black. I wasn't sure why it turned Steve on, though.
After a while, Steve suggested we role play. I was supposed to pretend he was a black guy while he had sex with me, and tell him how much I loved his big black dick inside me. I thought it was odd, but watching the black guys screw the white girls on TV while Steve did me with his big 'black' cock turned me on, and I had no trouble playacting, especially when it seemed to supercharge Steves's dick. It made for some great sex!
It became tiresome, though. We couldn't have sex without Steve wanting to pretend that I was 'fucking' some black guy instead of him. A warning light went off in my head, and I decided to look at his browser history. Steven always went to bed after me, and I wondered what, if anything, he was doing after I went to sleep.
Wow! What a surprise! Every night he was looking at cuckold, voyeur, and hot-wife porn flicks and stories. He had a few favorite authors that specialized in writing about husbands watching their wives fuck other guys, and he seemed to like interracial stories with black studs doing curvy little blondes like me.
I didn't tell Steve what I discovered, but I did ask him to tone down the wife sharing stuff. He wasn't pleased, but he backed off. A month later, he started bringing it up again. He seemed obsessed, which made me wonder if he was serious. Did he really want me to sleep with another guy? I decided to find out.
One night, I suggested we watch one of his favorite flicks, where a black 'Bull' fucks a white wife while the husband watches. Of course, he got all excited. We were both naked, and I was stroking Steves's cock. It was hard as steel.
Then I started playacting.
"Does that turn you on honey, watching that big black stud fucking that little white girl?"
He grinned at me like a fool, which I took as a yes.
"Would you like a big black stud to fuck my little white pussy, Steve? Would you like to watch while he fucks my pussy?"
