JUDY GOES BLACK IN THE SACK

Judy and I met in the summer of 1984 in a sizable Midwestern city. I was in the military, and 22. She was working her way through college, and 20. We started dating; within two months we were living together, and within four months we were married. A whirlwind courtship of sorts.

After some years I left the military, and Judy graduated. The city got a little worn after a while, as did our daily sex life. We started to take longer weekend drives to visit other large cities to see what life was like there. We also started to rent porno, and we would either shop together, or one or the other would go in and make a choice to suit both. At first it was pretty standard stuff, then came some toy purchases, and as we explored each other and our fantasies, we came to the interracial set .

I must say this was more like my turn-on than hers. She would do anything to make me happy, however, so she went along with the games for a while. There was a lot of dirty talk while making love, and occasionally, it turned into some pretty hot sex. For me, at that point, there is nothing more beautiful to witness on camera (as if to believe it might happen in real life) than to watch a large and very dark black male with a large unit going down on a smaller and quite pale white female. This has remained a big fantasy to present day.

Judy and I had been on one of our road trips to the south, and we decided to take in dinner at a Moroccan restaurant. While seated, we had a few drinks, gorged ourselves, and decided we were both too tired to drive back. Out of the blue, I asked her if she would like to stay at one of the somewhat seedy motels in the area. I did not know any personally, but the yellow pages were pretty explicit to a point. You just needed to be able to read between the lines. Nervously, she agreed. We chose a place with a large, heart-shaped bed, mirrored ceilings and headboard, moodlighting, and a hot tub. I picked up a little Jack Daniels for lubrication. After some chit-chat, I asked her if she would be willing to let me watch her with a black man. Blushing,she said she couldn’t, “I don’t think I can do it.” After a few more drinks, and after we had fantasy sex about the idea, she cleaned up, and said okay. I went to the indoor pool at the heart of the complex, and found a rather qualified looking chap. I stopped momentarily, unsure how to really proceed with the conversation. I decided to be direct. I walked up and introduced myself to Jack, and he shook my hand. We talked about swimming, the town, and what would otherwise fill about five minutes of small talk. I then came to the point of my visit with him. I explained what it was that we were intending, and why I was there. Seemingly stunned, but very much in control, he had very little expression. He suggested he would like to meet my wife first. I suggested My wife was extremely apprehensive, and I wanted to run in advance to warn her I had found someone. He told me which room he was in, and suggested to give him about an hour to prepare, when he would come knocking. My wife was both concerned and elated about the news, and insisted on lots of details. I am not one for details on guys; girls maybe.

Approximately 45 minutes past, and the knocker arrived. As he came to the door, I already had my wife prepared as naked on the bed. She rose to a sitting position to view him; from the look on her face it was obvious she was pleased. She shook his hand, they exchanged a few pleasantries, we all had a drink, and there was a period of quiet.