"Yes! Fuck me!" I screamed as he plowed his massive penis in and out of me. It felt so good though I still couldn't believe that I was actually doing this. That I was really having sex with a man who wasn't my husband ... but I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Maybe I should go back to the beginning where all of this started.
My name is Marisa. I'm 27 years old and have been married now for four years to my husband John. It's been great except for major issues with his work but I will explain more about that in a minute. As far as myself I am a house wife in every sense of the word. He thankfully makes more than enough for us to live comfortably and though I had worked part-time up to recently the store I was employed at went out of business. Leaving me with plenty of free time on my hands. I do like to exercise in nicer weather, either jogging or swimming. I'm far from a stick of a woman though at 5'6" and 150 pounds, and usually have to wear a size 8. Yet, that along with my weight has less to do with any fat than it does with two major factors on my body. One is my hips which are naturally wide. The other is also natural and a real pain in the ass at times, my chest, a size 36DD. They have often been one of the first places guys stare at but up to now the only man who has ever seen or touched them in John. I'm also a pale skinned redhead and to be expected I need to be careful when spending too much time outside. I don't tan, I burn. Friends used to tease me about being so pale I was almost transparent.
My relationship with my husband is well considering. We don't get to see much of each other like we used to sadly. He works as an over the road truck driver currently and is only home three days every two weeks. Which really sucks for us. It wasn't always like this. When we met through some mutual friends he was working at a local company and had plenty of time off. Well, when things started to go bad with the economy they had to lay off many of their workers, including John. He spent over a month looking for a job similar to it but was unable to locate one so he was forced to take a position he never wanted to. He has been doing it now for a couple of years and is still hoping something better will come up soon. Sadly when ever a local job comes up he's always passed over for people whom have been on the job longer than he has. It has taken a bit of a strain on us but nothing that we can't live with until things improve. We still get along well, when he's home that is. The only major blow has been to our sex life. Granted he was never as much in the mood as I am but it's of course far worse then before. I personally have a massive sex drive while his has always been generally low. Which surprised me most of all because I was a virgin when I met John and he was my first and up to now the only man I have been with.
To replace the physical contact we once had I found myself masturbating, a lot. At first just to my own imagination. Then one evening about one and a half years ago I just took some time and checked out what I could find on the Internet to help me get there. Of course it wasn't the first time I looked at porn online but it became the start of what ended up becoming a daily interest in it. I never looked for anything in particular, just generally an equal opportunity voyeur. While doing this I came across something I never considered before, interracial porn. The first time I looked I thought 'well that's interesting' and moved on. A couple nights later I found some more which peaked my interest slightly. I'd say within a month's time it was my main interest. Eventually taking over until it was pretty much all I was looking at was white women with black men or just photos of nude black men. I found out it really turned me on in a major way! Something I worked hard to keep my husband from knowing about.
Now it had nothing to do with the old "big penis" myth since I know every man is different. Also every woman is different as well and a big penis might only go so far. Have seen women take massive things almost all the way or all the way in them and others barely get more than half of it in. Not to mention men in porn are likely to have bigger ones because they are in porn. What really turned me on was the color contrast and more so since I'm so pale. I couldn't help but try and imagine what someone like me would look like up against a black guy. Nothing got me so horny so fast as that thought. I also found myself read interracial erotic stories, and even posting a bunch of photos of me under a second screen name. Then using that name to go into chat rooms geared towards this interest to talk to black men. That was whole new level of turn on for me though I didn't do it often.
While doing this I met a man named Jerome about six months ago, or at least that's what he said he name was. Though it didn't really matter either way. He is 29 years old, 6'2" and a deeper milk chocolate skin tone. We lived in a different state but one that just happened to be right next to the state I live in. Seemed like almost every time I got on he was there. We talked about a lot of things, needless to say almost every time at least some sexual talk was exchanged. More so when I said I am on birth control. He seldom missed a chance to talk about things he'd love to do to me though not in bad vulgar way. Talked about all the things he would do to me if we met in person. Often mentioned about "going down" on me or the like. Yet, in an odd way we become just friendly even with our less than subtle sexual desires. Simply just talking to each other and getting things off our minds. I can't deny I did masturbate to him more than once. Not that I went into it thinking about him, he just kind of crept into my mind.
He was really hot, from what I saw, then again if it was him. He never sent a face photo explaining that he worked with the public and didn't feel comfortable about sharing that. Though he did see whole body and face photos of me, all clothed of course. He sometimes commented on my chest and legs but mostly on my very pale skin which he thought would look hot against him. The photos of his body were nice though. Fairly well built, tall, nice deep brown skin, and from what I could tell he looked like he was packing between his legs. He never sent a nude photo and I never sent one to him either. He was great for my self esteem often complimenting me. He used to tell me how we need to meet in person one day. I would jokingly agree knowing I never could get the nerve up for such a thing. We did get to learn a lot about each other which made me more comfortable. Jerome explained to me that he get's about as turned on over white women as I do black men and like me has never been with one. He also informed me he never thought much about being with a married woman but I was changing his mind about that. It was all in fun though as my dull sex life went on with my over worked husband. Then one evening John hit me with something I never expecting in a million years.
One evening after making love to John about two months ago he said something that blind sided me. First explaining that he wasn't sure how much longer he would have to be on this horrible schedule he went on telling me how he understood that certain needs of mind weren't being fulfilled as I would like. Asking him what he meant he flat out told me sex. That he knew my desire for sex way out distanced his and with his job being another problem I wasn't getting it as much as I wanted. I told him it was fine and not a big deal at all. Interrupting me he said he thought a lot on it for a month now and informed me that he would understand if I found another guy to handle my needs for the time being. I was shocked since we never spoke about this before. I told him I never considered that and I wasn't sure if I ever could. Interrupting me once again he insisted that it would be fine if I did but just not let him know about it. I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. Only just telling him I was fine with what we had to deal with right now and I have no need to look for another man. After he fell asleep I just laid there thinking about what he said. I was surprised and unsure what to think. Could I ever really do that? 'No way!' I thought but the seed was already planted in my head.
About two weeks ago my friend Jessica stopped by on a cold, snowy, and all around crappy morning. We just sat around drinking some coffee and talking to waste some time on an otherwise slow day. During our conversation I complained about the bad weather and that it's preventing me from getting much exercise. Mainly because I enjoyed jogging and walking outside in nicer conditions. Not only was it boring to be stuck inside most of the time but I certainly wasn't going to be able to stay in shape for long. Jessica told me I should join her then at a gym she joined. That it wasn't expensive at all and had all sorts of equipment to use along with classes and trainers available as well. Being in a rural area about forty five minutes from anything of real size I never once considered doing something like that. More so since again being in a more rural location when nothing like that is nearby. Jessica explained to me that it was a newer place and from my house would be about an hours drive.
