The Meeting Chapter One; How it began

The Meeting
Chapter One: The Beginning

First let me say that the events that happened in our marriage are as accurate as memory serves. Now I will tell you a little about us and what led up to this adventure. My husband and I met in college and were married right after graduating. Neither of us were virgins when we met, but he had much more sexual experiences than I did. I was a shy girl that only had sex with those I fell in love with while he would fuck anyone that appealed to him sexually with no strings attached and did often before we fell in love.

We decided early on not to have children until we had purchased a home and were financially capable of raising them without creating a hardship on us. Naturally, being young and healthy we had a very interesting and honest sex life. After years of marriage we both felt that we were becoming bored sexually. We still enjoyed sex but neither of us had that feeling of excited lust where our blood pumped hotly through our veins anymore. One night we were lying in bed talking about how we could spice our sex life up as we had been married for seven years and decided we didn’t want the proverbial “Seven Year Itch” to destroy our marriage. I mean there is only so much two people can do with each other and some boredom has to set in over the years and it had.

A few days before that night, while my SUV was being serviced, the dealership had gave me a loaner to use until mine was finished. While driving I had dropped my phone beside the seat and while groping for it I had found a DVD disk. I dropped it in my purse intending to give it to the service manager. When I got our SUV back I forgot completely about the disk until earlier this particular day. I had been looking for my keys in my purse when I ran across it again. Being curious I turned on the TV placed it in our DVD player and began playing it. It was porn. I turned it off thinking that we would watch it together that night in bed. Remembering it I told Jack about it and then went and retrieved it to play in our bedroom player.

In our bedroom we had a TV hung on the wall at the foot of the bed about eye level when we were sitting in bed. I put the disk in the player and turned the TV on and set the source to the player then hit play on the remote. The disk appeared to be different scenes from various movies, sort of a best of the best compilation that had been copied from several disks. The scenes were hot! Whoever had compiled it had done a wonderful job of picking scenes of big cocked guys and beautiful women and would miss this disk. I was leaning back with my head and shoulders against the headboard watching the movie when Jack began slowly kissing and licking down my body. His caresses and the action in the movie had my breathing rapid, deep and I wanted to feel what the women in the movie were experiencing, mainly a huge cock pounding me deep and hard.

Suddenly the scenes began to feature interracial sex. The black men actors had the longest, thickest cocks I had ever seen and the white women sucking and fucking them seemed to crave the hurt they were being subjected to. Jack grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat on the floor as he began tormenting my pussy with his tongue. When I again gazed at the screen there was a black man between a white woman’s thighs eating her pussy. It appeared she was doing the filming as the scene was from her perspective. Staring at the TV as I felt Jacks tongue tormenting me it was easy to imagine the black man was eating me. Every lick and deep tongue thrust I felt seemed to be from the black man on the screen. God I was hot! I could hear my husband’s tongue sloshing around inside my pussy as I gushed my arousement. I don’t believe I had ever been so aroused as in my mind I became the woman in the movie. I felt the black man tonguing my pussy as I watched him eating me on the screen.

The thought of a black man between my thighs filled me with such intense emotions. I was raised to believe the races should remain separate and one of the sluttiest things a white woman could do was open her thighs to a black man. I watched the woman in the movie mirror my own responses as in my mind I was feeling a black man’s tongue moving in my pussy. The sight on the screen coupled with the feelings Jack imparted had me literally craving to cum. Then the man on the screen rolled the woman’s hips up and I watched as he slid his tongue into her vagina repeatedly, fucking her deeply with his long tongue. As if he was watching the movie Jack suddenly rolled my own hips up and mimicked what I was watching on the screen. Seeing her pussy clenching his tongue as his black face moved above her pussy caused me to suddenly tense and cum explosively. I was hunching, moaning, pulling his head to my pussy tightly as my pussy squeezed his flailing tongue. Imagining it was a black man eating me had me drowning Jack with my liquid arousement and orgasmic juices. My mind was overwhelmed by the straining release gripping me. But even as I tensed I knew I craved more as I exuded my moist relief. His tongue slickly laved, probed and instilled a craving need to fuck the black man I was watching. God I wanted to feel his huge black dick fucking my pussy. Those cravings filled me with guilt but I couldn’t help having them as I wondered how it would really feel to be impaled by such a man. Jack must have realized that I was abnormally aroused when I cum so intensely repeatedly. He raised his head and glanced at the TV screen and then at my face.

. I felt my cheeks burning with my embarrassment as I blushed beet red. I knew he realized what I was imagining as I cum. With a slight grin on his face his mouth returned to my pussy and began lightly sucking my clit. I couldn’t prevent my gaze from returning to the TV. My chest began heaving and moans streamed from my lips as my hips lifted my clit to his avid licking and sucking. I was aroused not only by what he was doing to me but also by the knowledge that he knew I was thinking of a black man between my thighs and he had smiled knowing it and still returned to eating me. For some strange reason it excited me knowing that he knew I was thinking of fucking a black guy and he kept devouring me anyway. I was still staring mesmerized at the screen as he inserted his fingers inside me and began rolling my clit with his thumb, “Would you like to be that woman honey? Have a black guy eating your pussy”, he asked?

I knew he was aware of how the movie affected me and I was sure my answer could potentially wreck our marriage so I deflected the question with one of my own as I gasped, “What do you think, you know how I was raised?” If I wasn’t afraid of his reaction I would have screamed, “YES!, YES!, Oh my god yes!”

“I think you like thinking about it a lot, I’ve never seen you so hot and cum so hard”, he said.

I knew there was no sense trying to hide what he already knew so I moaned, “Ohhhhhgod don’t be mad, please. I never saw anything like that before and with you licking me it just seemed like he was licking me and the thought of a black guy between my thighs just got me sooo hot and horny. Are you mad cause it turns me on thinking of a black guy eating me, do you think I’m a slut now? I’m sorry, I really am, but I just got so hot. Oh my god look at his dick! Oh damn, he’s gonna fuck her. She’s gonna let him put his black dick in her pussy.

We watched as the woman reacted to his fat dick opening her, pressing into her by moaning loudly, “Oh fuck it’s so damn big, so good!” I wanted to feel what she was feeling so badly, but I was trying not to show it, after all Jack was my husband. I felt my arousement again expressing itself as my vagina clenched, clit pounded harshly while watching the black man fuck her slowly, still from the woman’s viewpoint. I had just cum and now I was extremely aroused again as I watched his long thick black dick penetrating deeper and deeper into the woman as her moans became increasingly louder and her cries begged him not to stop. With each lifting and falling of his thin black hips she seemed to become more excited and her hips moved wildly as she fucked her pussy up forcefully to his hardest, deepest thrusts. I sat there mesmerized watching the woman’s reaction to her pussy stretching to fit his gargantuan dick. Her hips undulated as if trying to stretch her pussy to conform to his extreme length and thickness. Her cries and moans told of the pain he was inflicting deep in her pussy but still she lifted to meet his most forceful thrusts as if addicted to the pain his swollen glans caused as it forced to her depths. Every cell of my existence cried out to feel the pain she was experiencing. Until this day it had never entered my mind to fuck a black man. Now that I had opened my mind to the possible pleasure it would afford me, I found myself craving the experience. It was such a taboo thought, god, what would my friends, and especially my parents think if they found out I wanted that or had actually done it? Those thoughts made the act seem so much more delicious and compellingly taboo.

I was so engrossed with the woman’s plight as he fucked her roughly, deep, driving his entire long black dick into her to his balls, that I wasn’t even aware that Jack had left the room. When he returned he had interrupted my fingering of my pussy by saying, “Lay back against the headboard”, I lay back obediently while still transfixed by how excitedly the woman was fucking the black cock impaling her pussy. She appeared to crave his hurtful thrusts, hips roughly fucking her pussy up into his deepest impalements then grinding into his swollen glans while pleading for him to fuck her deeper, harder, to cum in her pussy. I felt as if in a trance as I lay back watching the events unfolding in the movie.

I barely noticed as Jack lay down beside me, until he spread my thighs widely and began fingering my pussy while rolling my swollen clit beneath his thumb softly. On the screen the black guy looked to his side and said, “Kiss your wife Brad and show her you still love her”. A white man’s face entered the picture and moved towards the camera and we could tell he kissed the woman being fucked. It was easily discerned that kissing her husband while the black man stroked in her pussy excited her immensely. Her hands reached down to pull at the black guys hips and she cum violently as they kissed. Then the black pushed him away saying, “Now sit down and let me give your wife what she really needs.” The man left the view of the camera and the black guy began fucking her hard, fast, deep. I cum hard, moaning, hunching as my whole body tensed and shook repeatedly. My thighs clamped his hand as I hunched frantically into his probing fingers and then tensed again.

I lay there trembling, body sporadically jerking, shudders wracking my body as I exclaimed, “Oh my god Jack her husband is watching her fuck that black guy. How could he do that?”

“I guess he loves her honey”, He replied seriously.

“How could he possibly love her and watch another guy fuck her, especially a black guy”, I asked, astonished that he had said that?

My gaze returned to the screen, drawn by the woman’s screams and cries as he continued persecuting her pussy deeply with his now hugely swollen black cock. Again my thighs squeezed hard and my breathing became deep, hurried. The woman’s husband must have took the camera and was filming her face as she was fucked with her legs elevated and his black cock pistoning from balls to glans forcefully. His wife’s face was etched with her plight, her eyes gaping widely, awed by the forceful stretching of her deepest flesh and the immensely pleasurable pain he presented her with each forceful downward stroke of his hips. Her moans were filled with the love of his deep impalement of her pussy. She’d cum and her mouth would open but no sound escaped as she tensed until I thought her back would break as he fucked her incessantly.

Jack began pressing the large dildo into my pussy and I felt my vagina stretching as it resisted its thick girth.