It was getting warm on the porch. Mary and I moved our reminiscing from the swing to the sofa. I got bored watching cooking shows and moved to my office. With all the memories flooding my thoughts, I decided to document a few of our adventures on Literotica.Com.
We had just been talking about our first encounter with a black person. This was in the sixties; interracial sex, especially black/white sex, was considered very liberal, extreme, even dangerous. That and my access to highly classified information made exposure of adultery a cause for loss of access. And, interracial adultery was especially taboo in a still racially charged country, especially the Deep South.
We had just had a threesome with my very black friend, Charles, and I was anxious to share his wife the way we had just spent a night together fucking my wife. I was pretty sure that my wife, Mary, had discussed her intentions with Justine, Charles' wife. I waited anxiously for her to fill me in on the details.
Justine was a gorgeous Mulatto, tall, with big butt and full breasts. I had seen her in a two piece swimsuit and fantasized about the body beneath that swimsuit. Her creamy mocha skin was soft and flawless. Her features were more white than black. Her lips were full but not extremely so. Her nose was not so wide. Her face angled from high cheekbones to a sharp chin at more of an angle, not so round or flat, as is the stereotype for black people. She reminded me a bit of Eartha Kitt, the controversial black songstress of that era, or, maybe Halle Berry of the modern era. In a word, HOT!
We had driven Charles home after that night of debauchery. Justine was still not home but we left him to care for himself, knowing that too much time, night time, at our home could lead to gossip.
On the way home I broached the subject of Justine. To my frustration, Mary only smiled and suggested that maybe I should discuss this with Justine. Okay. I might just do that.
The following weekend, Justine invited us to their home for dinner and a few drinks. She wanted to repay our hospitality and asseverate our friendship. Affording adult beverages was no longer an extravagance; Charles had re-enlisted shortly after I did. Except for the racial difference, our military careers were tracking quite closely.
Charles grilled steaks. We brought two bottles of a nice Merlot. Justine had mixed a large pitcher of Margaritas. It was looking like a party.
When we arrived with the wine, Justine met us at the door. I went to hand her the bottle of wine and she reached up and kissed me on the mouth. It was more than a peck. She put her hand behind my head and held it for more than an appropriate amount of time. For the first time ever, she had kissed me. And, the first time I had kissed a black woman - even though Justine barely qualified as "black."
I followed her to the kitchen while Mary walked out to meet Charles and likewise - a more than appropriate kiss.
Justine asked me to put the wine on ice for her. She was busy baking potatoes and tossing a salad. I asked about a bucket for the ice and Justine said, "It's in the cabinet above the refrigerator. You are tall enough to reach it."
The smile that came with that comment might be taken as a compliment, or, maybe an indication that she liked a tall man?
I put ice in the bucket and when I reached for one of the bottles of Merlot, Justine took my hand and placed it on her hip. We, both of us, kissed again - even longer this time.
"I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of Charles while I was gone. I feel like I need to do more to repay you."
How much more obvious could she get? I was getting to see what had been hidden beneath that swimsuit.
Justine continued with dinner preparation. She was wearing an apron over a very short and low-cut sundress. The low-cut allowed a peak at those soft mocha breasts. It revealed that she was not wearing a bra. I watched. I watched and wished she would kiss me again.
"Justine, you are the first black woman that I ever kissed. I liked it. Let's do it again." I tried to smile but was too aroused to make it look real.
Justine didn't say a word. She just plastered her large breasts against my chest, put her hand behind my head and pulled our faces close. This time her tongue went into my mouth. We swapped tongues and pressed our lower bodies together. She was making small whimpering sounds as we dry fucked. There was no attempt to discreetly push our sex organs together. We were slamming into each other. We were fucking with our clothes on.
As we separated, she said, "Mary said that you eat her pussy. Are you going to eat me? Will I be the first black pussy you've had?"
"It will, Justine. But I'm having a hard time seeing you as black. You are the most beautiful black woman - ebony woman - mocha-skinned woman ... Damn, Woman. You are absolutely gorgeous. I can hardly wait to see the rest of you - to taste you."
"To fuck me?" Justine finished for me.
It got hotter. I looked through the screen door to see Mary holding Charles' thick black cock while he was removing the steaks from the grill.
"We need to eat first. I hope ..." Justine looked too. She didn't finish her sentence. We watched Mary drop to her knees and suck that big black cock into her mouth.
Charles glanced at the door and just smiled. He had a tray of steaks in one hand and the BBQ tongs in the other.
"I hope she keeps her clothes on. I don't need pubic hair in my steak," Justine smiled as she turned and kissed me.
Charles pulled away from Mary and walked toward the door with the steaks in his hand and that huge dong swinging in the breeze. Justine got the door for him and Mary trailed behind him in full blush. I was a little surprised at her embarrassment after all we had done with Charles. I guess she was just surprised to see Justine and me staring at her and Charles. Maybe it was just the position we were seeing her in. Mary kissed me as she walked through the door, the fresh taste of black dick on her lips.
Charles pushed the object of our attention back into his shorts. We managed to keep our clothes on long enough for dinner. The conversation was mostly about the night Charles had spent with us. I learned that Mary and Justine had discussed possibilities long before that night. And, Mary had filled Justine in on some detail. Obviously, she had told Justine about me eating pussy, probably because Charles was not a pussy eater.
We had finished both bottles of Merlot and Justine served Margaritas as after dinner drinks. The sexual tension was thick. That and the alcohol had thick tongues stammering and innuendo flowing. We all knew what was about to happen. Justine took over. She stood and slipped the spaghetti straps of her sundress over her shoulders. It fell to the floor around her feet. She was naked - not a stitch of underclothes beneath that sundress. She exposed a snatch hidden in a nest of kinky black hairs and upturned pink nipples on her full but firm breasts. The pink surprised me. I had expected darker or purple areola and nipples. Justine was defying all stereotypes of the black female body.
She walked over to me and shoved her pussy into my face. I licked it. Slowly dragging my tongue through the warm wet slot between her swollen labia. They were more stereotypical; a dark, bluish purple. But, her clitoris was bright pink, almost red in her aroused condition.
It was long and exposed beneath the equally pink hood that was unable to hide it. I stuck my tongue under her clitoris then took it gently between my lips. I sucked it. Justine grabbed my head and pressed her pussy hard against my face. She moaned and nearly fell as her knees got weak from an intense orgasm.
