This story features a theme of hard-core interracial cuckoldry. If you find this theme offensive, or don't like it, don't read the story. This story is part fact, part fiction. No I won't reveal which is which LOL!
I have often spent evenings on a chat line. Unlike most of the guys I was never overtly looking for erotic conversations. So while most of the men on the line were busy ruining any chance they might have had with the women that were on I spent my time talking and getting to know them.
The interesting thing was that more than a few women were interested in some good erotic conversation, underscore good. They just didn't want to have some guy with a lame try who didn't take any time to get to know them to bother them.
I'll never forget the night I met Maureen on the line. We had exchanged messages for short awhile, which was common before deciding to chat one on one. She had described herself as a blonde BBW, single mom, and was a teacher at a private school.
I was immediately intrigued, in no small part because I have always rather enjoyed big beautiful women as lovers. There are men who know and men who don't, but in my experience a BBW will rock your world in bed every time. They will try harder to be the best lover that you've ever had than any 100 pound model ever would.
As I said before the normal protocol on the line was to exchange messages until you found someone that you have some chemistry with, then send a request to talk live.
We hadn't exchanged many messages before Maureen sent the live request. In her message she said that she didn't like the messaging, and preferred live chat.
We talked for a while, and got along very well. I made sure to keep the conversation clean, but threw in the occasional hint of sexuality. My manhood was throbbing as I wondered what she looked like. It was hard to keep my voice straight as I fantasized. Eventually we developed enough of a rapport that I came out and told her I really wanted to have an erotic conversation with her. To my absolute joy she agreed!
In the beginning she revealed that she had a fantasy that she was a young girl seduced by her father. She made clear that this was a fantasy only, an unresolved kink if one would. I worked her fantasy, with her guidance and direction, into my talk and brought her to a couple of good orgasms.
Then I revealed to her that I've always fantasized about having a wife that has sex with other men. For me it was as much a risk as her secret had been for her. So in a way, we were on a nice even sexually exposed plain. She went right with my fantasy; I guided her to the nuances of my kink. Her voice was making my cock drip, and I kept telling her about it. Maureen's voice was so sexy that it wasn't long before I came hard for her.
After we calmed down, she said that she needed to leave the line. By now it was after 2AM. I kept after her, since I knew that after revealing her fantasy to me she would be unlikely to actually meet up on the chat line the next night like she was offering. I finally got her to decide to stay.
I asked about the father of her child and she told me that he was a real loser that never paid any support, etc. On an instinct I asked if he was black. She admitted that he had been. Suddenly I was raging hard again for Maureen because the other part of my fantasy was that my white wife was regularly fucked by a Black man. She asked how I knew her ex had been black, and I just said that I had seen it before - playing the significance down. But by keeping my interest in her I was purposely letting her know that I was still interested in her after she had gone Black. I had dated a couple of white women that had dated Black before and I knew that the average white woman lost confidence that a white man would ever want her after she had gone Black, especially if they had in interracial baby to boot.
I kept trying to extend the conversation and eventually she decided to give me her number.
We started talking every night, always ending up with hot conversation. I went out and bought interracial videos featuring BBW's and Black men, and had them playing on the TV, muted, when I talked to Maureen. I was so in heat for this woman that it was driving me crazy, just imagining her white folds yielding for that Black man knowing she was fertile. But she didn't want to meet because she thought that after all the phone sex it might be weird. It took a few weeks of convincing but finally she relented and decided to meet.
We met at a coffee shop, right off the highway near her house. I was there first and was restless as I waited. When she pulled up in her black compact coupe I was thrilled! She was everything she described, platinum blonde, full figure (which included the natural, awesome breasts that full figured women have), and a beautiful face. We got out of our cars and had a moment of uncertainty. I gave her a hug, and felt those huge breasts for the first time, and quickly asked if she would like to grab a drink. She agreed and seemed interested. I followed her in my car. I didn't want to push too hard to go in one car in case things didn't work out.
We got to the pub and I found myself checking Maureen out, big time, and liking what I saw! She had worn a skirt and it showed her nice creamy thighs, and the roundness of her behind. The curve of her hips turned in to a sexy waist that was fairly taut for a thicker woman. I rested my hand there as we walked towards the door. She was much shorter than I, and so I was able to get a good view of those rich breasts.
We took a table in a quiet part of the bar and sat on the same side bench. A waitress came over and took our order. When she stepped away I decided to put things on the line and told Maureen that I thought she was a very sexy woman, and leaned in for our first kiss. Our lips met for the first time, and fit together perfectly. We kissed so well together that I felt enough confidence to softly place my hand on her knee. I felt it would give her the assurance that I was really interested, which I sensed she needed. I've always noticed that women with thicker builds are typically less secure about their chances with a man, owing to the onslaught of wafer thin models ever present in the media. The gesture was not rejected, and I knew right then that something would come of meeting this woman. The ice was totally broken at that point.
We stayed at the pub for hours, talking and kissing, getting to know each other in real life as opposed to over the phone. We were not drunk, rather we lingered over drinks and the alcohol merely took the edge off a situation that could have been awkward. After all, she had exposed her deepest fantasies to me, as I had to her (except about my interest in the mythic other man being Black).
I loved that she let me keep my hand on her knee, and even a little bit up her thigh. I mixed up my touch, sometimes relaxing my open hand, sometimes letting my fingers glide over her supple skin. As the situation became ever more comfortable, I decided to take a chance.
"I want you to go to the ladies room, take off your panties and give them to me," I sensually whispered in her ear.
She gave me a shocked look for just one second, then a devilish smile as she arose from the table.
Her face was flush upon her return, and her hand was clenched. She sat back down and passed her panties to me over the table, saying, "I can't believe I'm doing this!"
