7 comments/ 18899 views/ 0 favorites In The Begining By: leapyearguy In the beginning, God made man. He stood back and admired his creation, thinking to himself, "Hey, that ain't half bad for a first try." Buzz, as God named the first man to breathe his good clean air, was truly a magnificent specimen. Standing right at six feet tall, he seemed the perfect height to occupy his place in God's ultimate plan for the beginning of which the Lord believed would be the perfect species to dominate his newly created Earth. It soon became apparent though, at least to God Almighty, that Buzz seemed somehow preoccupied as if something was amiss. Buzz did not care to roam the land and enjoy the other wonders that the All Knowing One had created. He stayed alone; preferring his own company to that of the magnificent newly created wonderland at his disposal. This truly did not conform to God's plan for his greatest accomplishment and soon became concerned for the welfare of the planet. He watched Buzz day and night hoping to see a change that might signal his worry was for naught. Buzz however, being a typical man, was perfectly content to amuse himself with the wonders of the body that God had bestowed upon him. His magnificently formed thirty-six double D boobs gave him an overwhelming urge to touch himself. He marveled at the way his nipples stood and seemed to beg for attention each time that he caressed them. The sensitive formation around the nipple also fascinated Buzz. He loved the way it became somehow darker and wrinkled with small bumps scattered randomly around the structure. Each time Buzz looked down to see his boobs, it became natural to fondle them. He spent hours each day touching and enjoying the spongy accessories that seemed to have no other function than to give him pleasure. Buzz indeed, loved and admired his breasts; they were his favorite and only pastime. Early one morning, not long after Buzz was awakened, he began his daily ritual of tweaking his own nipples. Soon he felt an amazing sensation deep in his body. A tingling if you will. A strange but wonderful presence emitted from the triangular patch of hair between his legs. Buzz was confused at this new feeling and put his hand down there. As he rubbed the now wet spot, he couldn't contain himself from the pleasure he now felt from his own touch upon the crease between his legs. The slit was oozing a clear viscous liquid and the more he rubbed the spot the wetter it became. Buzz was soon inflamed with desire and as he explored the gash between his thighs he discovered a magical new protrusion, a small bump above the wet opening. He flicked at the spot and flinched. He flicked again and his asshole puckered. Buzz flicked several times and now his whole body constricted as if it would explode. The magical appendage was small in comparison to the points at the tip of his massive tits. As he looked down however, the two seemed to be connected somehow. His nipples were stiff and swollen and grew with each touch of the magical spot. With one hand attending to his oozing gash and the other titillating his stupendous jugs, Buzz's legs began to shake and quiver until he could hardly stand it. His world went dark for a moment and as he began to wonder if he was still alive, he felt the pure joy and peacefulness of his orgasmic afterglow. Buzz liked what he had just experienced, he liked it so much in fact, he did it again right away. Buzz couldn't have been happier, what more could a man want than his own pussy and a great set of hooters that he could call his own and what's more, they were at his disposal every minute of the day. God had been watching of course and wasn't too pleased with Buzz. This wasn't the way he had envisioned his greatest creation. Unh uh, this wasn't the way he planned it at all. So while Buzz buffed his beaver, God went to work on a new strategy. The Almighty worked all night while Buzz blissfully slept. He had carved and shaped a new being somewhat different than Buzz, a new and improved model that would have a different view than Buzz and different parts that's for damn sure. When the sun rose the next morning, Buzz stretched and yawned. He recalled the wonderful discovery from the previous day and slid his hand down between his legs to see if things would feel the same today. Oh! They did and Buzz lay back on the grass and spread his legs apart as wide as he could. He leisurely fingered his dripping honey pot and tasted the juices for the first time, "Mmm," he thought, "Today is gonna be good." "You're fucking disgusting," a voice assaulted Buzz's ears. Buzz opened his eyes to see who was talking. Standing over his prone body was someone Buzz had never seen before, "Who and what the hell are you?" he asked in surprise. "I'm Freda and I'm a woman. The creator sent me here to be a companion to you but I can see already that's not going to happen," she forcefully stated. Buzz examined the so-called companion and couldn't help but ask, "What on earth is that 'thing' between your legs and what does it do?" Freda looked down over her flat chest and held the flaccid object up for inspection, "Probably a design flaw or a mold mark, I'm sure it's useless what ever it's called." Buzz closed his eyes and began to shuck his oyster again. He hoped that if he ignored the wo-man, it would simply disapear... Not hardly. "Do you have to do that with me watching?" Freda hissed. "Then don't watch, you cunt," Buzz shot back. Buzz didn't know what a cunt was but the word seemed to fit. He twirled his erect nipples between his fingers and felt proud of the mounds on his chest. The wo-man only had two small circles, worthless as far as Buzz was concerned. And that 'thing', what the hell good was that? A little stub with a bag of rocks attached to the bottom, surely it was some kind of joke. God watched the two from above and was astounded how little the pair seemed to get along. Buzz seemed content to strum the harp between his legs, while Freda only sulked at the way Buzz enjoyed himself. She began to nag Buzz at every turn and drove him away. Buzz decided to take his toys elsewhere. Buzz thought he could go to the other side of the garden and be happy again, so that's what he did. Alone once again, he relished the silence. Things were as they should be, just him and his marvelous body, for a while that is. It didn't take long for Freda to discover Buzz's whereabouts and soon she was again criticizing his every move, especially the moves his fingers made while enjoying his favorite habit. "Why do you always do that?" Buzz asked. "Do what?" replied Freda. "Why do you constantly interrupt me while I'm working?" he gestured toward the small patch of fuzz between his legs. "You call that work?" she chortled. "It is with you around all the time," he said with disgust. "If you must know, I find it to be annoying and perverted," she spouted. "You should try it some time, maybe you'd like it," Buzz suggested. "Not a chance smart-ass and incase you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly equipped for those shenanigans," she said defiantly. "What about that little thing down there between your legs, it must be good for something," Buzz rationalized. "Hey, it's not always like this. Sometimes it gets pretty big, especially first thing in the morning," she snarled. "Well what's it good for then?" he challenged. "I haven't figured that out yet but for what good it does me I might as well shove it up my ass," Freda admitted. Buzz analyzed that scenario in his head and began to laugh. Just the thought of this woman with that thing stuffed in her ass almost brought tears to his eyes. "What's so damn funny?" asked Freda. Between chuckles Buzz replied, "You... that thing... in your ass, ha, ha." "You wouldn't think it was so funny if it was stuffed in your ass," Freda hissed. Buzz ignored the comment and continued to laugh. Freda was incensed at the ridicule and stomped toward him in anger. She stopped mere inches from Buzz's sitting position and thumped his forehead with her knuckle. When Buzz opened his mouth to complain it happened. Without thinking, Freda rammed her 'thing' into his mouth. "That should shut him up for a while," she told herself. Buzz struggled to get the protruding shaft away but Freda grabbed Buzz's ears and forced the now expanding article deeper. "Damn," Buzz thought, "It really does get bigger." Freda felt a new sensation of power and what's more, she began to enjoy the feel of Buzz's wet slobbering mouth on her rapidly expanding tool. "Oh yeah Baby, suck that cock," she moaned wildly. Buzz had no idea what a cock was but he got the picture as Freda's sack slapped at his chin with her wild gyrations. The grip on his ears made it impossible to get away from Freda's assault but worst of all to Buzz's astonishment, he was becoming aroused. His nipples were protruding on their own and the crease between his legs was sopping wet. Buzz was not a happy camper, his wonderful life had gone to hell and to top it all off Freda had just filled his mouth with a gooey, salty slime. Could it possibly get worse? Freda having deposited her load felt satisfied and after a vigorous nut scratch, fell on the ground next to Buzz and slept. Frustrated and totally humiliated, Buzz also closed his eyes to forget the awful taste. His sleep was not so pleasant. God had been observing from far above and was shocked at the sudden turn of events. The woman he'd sent to Buzz as a companion had somehow turned the tables and was now in charge of the poor sap. No, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this. With a huge sigh he thought, "I'll try one last thing before I scoop them up and start over from the beginning." While the two slept, God reached down from above and touched a finger to their heads. He crossed his fingers for luck and hoped for the best. Buzz woke still tired and somewhat angry from the way the previous day ended. For the first time in ages he didn't want to start the day by tickling the taco. He stared at the sleeping Freda, wondering how things had gone so very wrong. As he watched, Freda began to stir. She hadn't lied about that 'thing' being bigger in the morning. The cock, as she had called it, was hard and swollen and Buzz had a hard time understanding how the whole thing had fit into his mouth. Freda instinctively reached down and began to stroke the shaft of her hard member. Buzz had been right, it did feel good. Without a second thought, Freda began to pump her cock furiously as the fire inside needed quenching. Buzz couldn't help but feel dismayed at the turn of events. Had this been yesterday, it would have been him coaxing the sweet release from his aroused body. Today however, it felt wrong somehow and he looked away as Freda grunted and splashed a milky stream of goo over her stomach. It was now Buzz that felt the jealousy for not wanting the pleasure that he had known before. Freda mocked him without knowing it and he became enraged at that thought. He considered the situation for a mere moment, it was clear that she would have to go. Then and only then, he might have a chance of making things the way they used to be. Without warning, Buzz leapt at the still reclining Freda. The fight was on. Freda had been taken by total surprise and was having a rough go trying to defend herself against her angry attacker. The two combatants struggled furiously to gain the upper hand. Buzz's mighty arms had pinned the smaller woman to the ground and had seemingly given him the advantage. Freda panicked, "What was this crazy son-of-a-bitch doing?" she wondered. As a last resort, she grabbed for the closest available flesh and sunk her sharp claws in deep. "YOW!" screamed the stunned Buzz, "My nipples!" "Take that, you bastard," Freda howled as she pinched even harder. The pain was intense and Buzz wrestled to free his tits from Freda's stubborn grip. No matter what he tried, she held fast to the swollen nubs. In desperation, Buzz wrapped his legs around Freda's writhing torso. He locked his ankles together and pushed for all he was worth to free his prized boobs from the bitches angry clutch. As he sat up, his eyes shot open wide, "Oomph! What the hell?" he questioned as something hard poked him in his special place. The headlock he'd had on Freda was instantly relaxed. He sat astride his enemy as they both tried to catch their respective breaths. A bizarre awareness filled the space between his legs. Freda's fingers loosened as she tried to come to terms as to what had just occurred. Buzz lifted an inch as test to see how deeply he was impaled, "Not too bad," he thought as he lifted a few more inches. The emptiness left a void so he slid slowly back down the invading shaft. The warm fulfillment was back and he started to enjoy the rich difference between the two contrasting sensations. As Buzz experimented with an in and out motion, Freda watched suspiciously but hardly objected to the new experience. In fact, she cooperated and soon the two had a rhythm. In the heat of their consummation, the two had rolled over so Freda was in the driver's seat now. Freda lunged into Buzz, grunting with wild abandon, Unh, Unh, Unh! Buzz screamed as he rapidly ascended the mountain of pleasure to it's apex, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck! At that very moment, the Almighty decided to see how his two progeny were getting along. This would turn out to be a mistake, a very bad mistake on his part because he hadn't had his morning coffee yet. He peered down to see Buzz and Freda in a fierce battle. Poor Buzz was screaming at the top of his lungs "FUCK ME!" "She's killing the poor guy!" God thought, "Well I've had it with those two," he proclaimed. "ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT," he shouted as his huge hand shot earthbound through the clouds. With one fell swoop, the two were snatched from the garden and pulled to the heavens. In what was all the same motion, with a thunderous whoosh and a single SPLAT! God clapped his hands together. He looked down at the odd conglomeration of flesh that was once man and woman, and silently reflected, "Oh well, back to the drawing board." Wiping his hands on the ass pockets of his overalls, God said, "I think I'll try something a little simpler the next time, maybe a bunny or a toad," he smiled. And so let that be a lesson to us all, if we don't get along, some day a big hand will come squash us and we'll all end up being a stain on the big guy's back pocket. So love thy neighbor, especially if she has nice tits. That's all today from the LYG... hey wait a minute... I was just kidding about the nice tits... let me go... no... AHHH! In the Begining This is in fact a true story compiled of journal and blog entries I have made about the subject. How it all started for me, My marriage has always been an extremely happy one, I was lucky to find the love of my life. Our sex life was a bit "vanilla" until a year or so ago. I didn't really think of myself as a sexual being at all. I would always let my husband initiate making love between us, it was most always a missionary position affair with oral sex only performed by him on me. I had never really come onto him to start sex, or even explore outside of our normal boundaries. I was happy in our sex life, I just didn't think about there being so much more out there. It was at that year or so mark that we were openly discussing fantasies. We were talking about an erotic dream I had the night before while we were in bed one morning. I told him I had a dream about cheating on him and that I woke up a little wet from it. I told him it was a real turn on for me in the dream, but I woke up feeling a bit ashamed and naughty. He was trying to make me feel at ease for sharing, and could tell I was a little afraid I scared him by sharing too much. So he came right out and said the idea sounded hot, and that it was a bit of a fantasy for him, the whole swinging scene. It was of course shocking to hear him agree that the dream was in fact a turn on, I didn't expect that at all. This was really a new thing for us to talk about what sexually turned us on, so I listened to what he had to share. He went on to tell me he found interracial sex a big fantasy for him as well. I told him next time I'll dream about fucking a black guy just for him. Of course he loved the idea and continued to spill on me how he found the whole idea of a married woman and a black man so taboo and erotic. I was immediately turned off at first to hear this from my husband of many years, but I was already horny waking from my dream and I was enjoying the naughty conversation. I was playing with his dick while he fingered me and we talked about why this topic turned him on so much. He continued to tell me he had fantasized about interracial swingers for years and how nasty the idea of a slut wife cheating on her hubby was to him. Seeing how turned on he was, it started to seem appealing. He went on about how it seemed like more of a sex for just pure sex thing it not at all like "love making". The combined taboo feeling, skin contrast, dominating attitude, sexual appetite, and larger cock of a black man added to his fantasy as well. The fantasy started to permeate into my head after a while. the combined feeling of his fingers pushing inside me, and the fact that we were sharing his naughty fantasy together really touched me deeply in a sexual way. I closed my eyes and returned to the very taboo feeling my dream gave me. Cheating on my husband of seven years with another man, it felt so nasty and slutty. It was a new feeling that gave me butterflies in my stomach. Incorporating a black man in that same scenario seemed to give it so much more depth as well. It was something I had honestly never really imagined before, it made sense to me when I also saw it as so forbidden and obscene like my husband explained. I, up until that point had never felt so sexually imaginative. Needless to say we fucked each other silly that morning. The more and more time went by it became a more regular habit to talk about his little fantasy before we had sex. It started getting me hot just to think about our little nasty chats we would have. It turned me on to see him so turned on by it, and it just grew to turn me on as well. It never really centered on ourselves though, he would tell me about videos he had seen on the internet of other wives being fucked by a black cock. He would tell me how it got him going to see them explore their sexuality with another man outside of their marriage. I began to think about what it would be like to be taken by a black man even when we weren't together discussing it. I was surprised at how wet it made me to think about on my own. I even concocted a few of my own fantasies about it in my head. So finally one night I made it a personal issue, I asked him if he thought about ME specifically getting fucked by a black lover. He said yes, that it was the ultimate fantasy for him. It was a night I'll never forget, I initiated sex for the first time ever, and I asked him to talk to me during about how he imagined me and a black man together. As we made love that night he told me how he thought about me getting ready for a date with another man, and how slutty I could get dressed up for a date with a black man. I asked him during about what kind of lingerie he would want me to wear, and how he imagined my hair done. He basically confessed he loved to think of me dressing to go out like a cheap whore. I loved it, I came in no time at all that evening, and so did Hubby. I would have never thought in my wildest of imaginations That my marriage would allow for me to even fantasize about another man. Much less to talk openly with my husband about how it turned him on to think of me being with another man. And a Black man at that. At first we only discussed the topic during foreplay and making love, but I was thinking about it all the time. I knew he had been looking at interracial sites on-line, he had told me about what on them turned him on. I started to look at his computer from time to time when he wasn't around, checking to see what sites were listed in his favorites, what sites he had been on in his browser history. I was still a little embarrassed to just ask him about what they were, that would mean I was turned on by the whole idea outside of making love to my husband. So I began to do it when he was at work or busy outside. That way I didn't appear to be taking the issue too far, or to be interested in sex outside my marriage. I didn't want to hurt him by taking the fantasy too far, making him regret that he shared it with me. Cause after all, I was very happy he did, and surprisingly I was getting turned on by it more and more it seemed. So I thought I would justify snooping in his computer by telling myself it was OK because I was giving us some new material to stimulate our foreplay. As I opened his pictures, I noticed he had downloaded lots of pictures of women having sex with black men. What struck me as different about them was that all of them seemed to have very average looking women in them, not typical porn star types. Lots of them seemed to be taken in a very amateur style, suggesting that they came from various personal collections. Most of them I just happened to notice were wearing wedding rings, suggesting the picture was taken of a an affair a wife was having with a black man. That or they were swingers, either way I was intrigued that this is what was turning my husband on. It was your everyday women, wives, mothers, not the Jenna Jamison type I had been envisioning. A quick check of his favorite sites and history confirmed it, it was all amateur white wife interracial porn. I took a quick mental note about the theme of some of the pictures and sites. Unprotected sex was a main issue on a few of them, "bareback" or "cream-pies" they called it. The thought of how slutty those women looked leaking another mans semen made me a bit hot. Seeing them being used for a black mans pleasure was giving me a few new ideas for what to say to my dear husband that night while I teased him in bed. I tried to cover my tracks that I had been snooping in his things, and waited for an opportunity to seduce my husband. When he came home that night, I had lit candles and put on a pair of panties and a bra he had said he liked. It was a first for me to set the mood this much before sex. He looked pleasantly surprised when he came in. While we were lying on the bed making out he started to slip a hand down the front of my panties, that's when I began. "Honey..... when you think about me getting fucked by another man?" I asked. "You mean a black man" He reminded me. "Yes a black man, do you imagine that my lover would be wearing a condom, or just skin to skin?" He looked at me shocked I think that I was so forward tonight. "I imagine skin to skin in my fantasy, does that turn you on." He asked me. "Yes, I think a white wife getting fucked bareback is pretty hot actually, so improper and just naughty." "Bareback huh?" He seemed surprised I knew the term, I had only just learned it by being on his web sites. "That's what its called right?" I wanted to seem like I wasn't sure of the term. He slipped a finger in my pussy before continuing. "Yes they call it bareback sex, like riding a horse without a saddle, or a cock without a condom. That turns you on hun?" I didn't answer I just moaned. "So you think about this naughty stuff a lot now?" He asked. I wasn't sure what to say to that, but he continued before I could think of a reasonable way to respond. "Do you think a lot about getting screwed 'bareback' by your black lover? I think you do sweetie. I think it turns you on to think about a black man sticking his dick in you without a rubber." He withdrew his finger and moved the crotch of my panties to the side, then put two fingers inside me. "Its just so nasty for a married woman to do." I half moaned as I said it. "And that turns you on doesn't it, thinking about being so slutty?" He knew I would say yes. "Yeah it turns me on real bad, being a total slut for a man who's isn't my husband." . "How about letting that big black cock cum inside of you, do you want to let him do that?" This was shaping up to be one of the most forward and nasty conversations we had had yet "Oh yes, that's what a slutty wife should do right, let him cum in my pussy?" He crawled between my legs to make fingering me easier. "If he doesn't have a condom on its gonna make a mess, your gonna have a pussy full of black cum. That sound slutty as fuck to you?" "Fuck yes." I damn near yelled it. "Its gonna leak out of your pussy and just be a cummy mess, you'll be leaking another mans seed." I felt him start to tease my pussy with a third finger. I made eye contact with the best set of bedroom eyes I could. "Oh, I wouldn't care if it were a gallon, I'd do it just to be a good whore for him." "Wow honey, that's pretty nasty. Tell me again, you want what?" His fingers were pumping away at me with good speed. I knew I was just egging him on, "I want to be a good little slut for my black lover. Let him use my pussy without a condom, and cum inside me." I was whimpering as the words came out. He put his thumb on my clit and rubbed it back and forth, He knows this combination of sensations always makes me cum in no time. "If he cums in you his cock is going to be covered in his cum, probably some of yours on there too. He probably will want you to lick it off for him. Would you do that for him?" I was so close to orgasm, and the conversation was driving me over the edge "I'll lick his dick clean of cum." As I felt him rub faster and pump harder, I knew I was close. " I want to be a dirty whore for my black man!" I started cumming as I finished saying it. After the usual orgasm spasms subsided, hubby pulled his fingers out of me and I watched him lick them off. Something he has never done before. He defiantly wanted to make sure I saw him do it too as he was waiting for my eyes to open again. "Mmmm you taste good hun. I'm sure a black man will think so too." "Thanks." I giggled a bit at the thought. "You want me to finish you off now?" I spread my legs to signify I was ready for him to put himself inside me. "Yes I do, but.... how about you show me how your gonna clean a black cock." He hardly ever asked for blow jobs but I was in the mood and feeling sultry. So I obliged him and crawled down to his crotch. The whole time though I imagined I was sucking off a black man who just wanted to use my mouth to get off. About a minute or two into it I stopped and told hubby that too, that I imagined I was blowing a big black cock. Boy did that get him going, he started telling me how he'd love to see me suck off a black man too. And as usual for a blow job for him, he let me know he was ready to finish in no time and he came in my hands. As I ran to the sink to wash up, he was telling me how hot it was for him to share his fantasy with me. I came back to the bedroom and told him how much I agreed, that these nasty thoughts had really begun to turn me on so much. It still scared me how much I thought about it outside the bedroom, and perhaps scared me to think of how my husband would take it if hew knew just how much this was beginning to grow on me. _________ I remember it was the day after Thanksgiving in 2007. Our out of town guests had left after a few days stay with us, it was safe for me to hop on hubby's computer and finally cruise some of his interracial porn again. I had been thinking about wanting to do it for a few days but couldn't with our family and friends in the house. So I waited until my husband left for work and started by checking out his favorite sites again. I liked what I found right away, beautiful wives turned into complete whores for black men. The whole idea of being a tramp for another man just turned me on so much. I noticed he had a membership to a site online, his user name and password were already saved in the computer and I logged in instantly. After I pleasured myself while watching a few videos I logged off and went about the rest of my day. When my husband returned home that night we had a regular dinner, and after which he went upstairs to get on his computer. I though nothing of it and went about cleaning up the kitchen, until he came back down stairs five minutes later. He had a look of upset and concern on him, I asked instantly "What's wrong sweetie?" "You were looking at the porn on my computer." "What?" I responded somewhat embarrassed and like I didn't know what he meant. "I know you were, I checked the history on the computer." He sounded so accusatory at first. Damn, I forgot to erase the history of the sites I was on, well I figured he knew what was going on now. That I was taking this fantasy to another level and exploring it without him. "Are you mad?" "No, Its OK. I just didn't know you were interested in that stuff outside of our bedroom talk." That said it right there, that this was beginning to go beyond 'talk'. Not just naughty talk of fucking black men while we made love to each other, but that it was part of a regular sexual fantasy I had all the time: Imagining white wives turning themselves over to black lovers to be used like a cheap sluts. I knew I had to out it all out on the table right there so I didn't hurt him. As I took a deep breath to start explaining my self, he cut me off, "How about you, are you mad that I have it on the computer?" "Well no. I knew that you had that kind of stuff on there, which is OK you know, I don't mind at all. But I was just curious I guess. We talk about it all the time and I wanted to see some pictures. I hope you aren't freaked out that I am interested in this stuff without you." He was quiet for a minute before he finally responded, "I'm not freaked out at all, I'm just surprised that you really think about this fantasy when we aren't in bed together. it's a real turn on for me that you do." "I'm embarrassed but yes I do, its not just your fantasy anymore, I'm really turned on by it too, I actually got myself off to it today while you were gone." "Naughty you." He fashioned a more serious look and continued. "OK don't be mad but, I have a serious question, do you think about yourself and a black guy together ever?" I was a little hesitant to respond, but after all it was time to be truthful. "Yeah, Sometimes." That same evening, on 'Black Friday' as it was appropriately called for another reason in my own life, hubby took me upstairs to the office. We must have looked at interracial porn for hours on his computer. He showed me a lot of sites that he liked and explained what aspects of them turned him on, I made comments all the while about what things got me excited too. For me it was seeing the normal looking housewife acting like a total whore for a big black cock. I think we agreed on that we both liked the amateur photos and video because they were real and involved real people, it made the fantasy that much closer for us I think. He showed me a few swinger sites he had come across where people put their profiles and pictures out to meet other people. He had found a few of them where wives were solely advertising to meet black men. I loved the though of getting comments from and maybe chatting online with a black man so I threw out that I'd love to see what kind of response I would get. He said he had the same thoughts exactly, and signed us up for an account on one of the sites. We filled it out as naughty as we could possibly imagine, with a tag line that read: 'Wife looking to fulfill fantasy to be a slut for blacks'. Hubby being a bit of an amateur photographer, wanted to add a picture to it also. He had taken some of me naked before, with some hesitation on my part, and added a picture of just my rack to our profile as well. We didn't want to include any face shots so as not to push the whole thing too far and put me in trouble with family or work. He also came up with a name for it, Slut4bbc was taken, so naturally it became slut4bbc69. Again we made love that night and discussed what possibilities may come from putting our fantasy out on the Internet. Hubby teased me with nasty talk about seeing what sort of slutty things those black men would write me and talk about wanting to do to me. I literally couldn't wait to check our e-mail the next morning. So I had my hall-pass from hubby, I could go on the web and meet black men and flirt like crazy. I loved reading my first responses to our ad's online, I got a lot of compliments on the boobies. I had all kinds of different guys telling me they would love to see more of me, black and white men. But I have my perfect white guy in hubby, I was only interested in the black ones. The black guys seemed to be a lot nastier in their responses too, I liked reading about what they wanted me to do for them especially. Some pretty naughty stuff and a decent amount of it was new to me at the time, I couldn't imagine trying some of it in bed, it seemed out of my league. Never the less, it all excited me so much do be doing something so new and so mischievous. Tons of men were sending me pictures of themselves and their cocks, Some of them were incredibly large too. Not that hubby is a small guy at all, but a lot of black guys are pretty intimidating in their size. I imagined the sex with them would be intense and rough. What I really liked though was seeing other women taking those big black cocks, other wives being a total slut for them. That's where I imagined myself, being a cheap fuck for these men. I chatted with a lot of other women in the lifestyle too and got a lot of great advice on the scene. A lot of it came in the form on how to meet a guy from online, and the safe way to go about it. It was great advice really, but I questioned what I was doing. Was I just flirting and getting wet looking at others pictures, or was I really ready to meet someone in person. Of course it would lead to more, so I really didn't think I was ready for that step. I envisioned meeting another man as a far off possibility, something that might happen in a year or so if we continued into the lifestyle. So I took it to heart and filed it away for the chance that I might make the fantasy real someday. Someday was coming pretty quick though, I didn't know it but hubby was talking to some of these guys too. He was e-mailing them to figure out who lived close and which guys might be a real possibility to meet. He had been encouraging me to find a guy I really liked and lived close too. I hadn't put a lot of real effort into it though, until he came to me with a few suggestions of his own from his own little secret work. He called me into the office to show me a few e-mails and profiles from guys that responded to us, he pointed out that all of them were in or near LA. One handsome guy suggested meeting at a bar or for coffee in the next week, hubby made sure I read the whole e-mail and looked at all his photos too. I remarked that he was a cutie and was ready to leave it at that, but hubby said "What about coffee." I couldn't help but giggle uncomfortably, Did he really want us to see a guy in person? In the Begining That's when 'the talk' came. Was he really comfortable and even OK with me dating, possibly fucking another man, was I? This was new territory, It meant being alright with becoming a swinger. God was I alright with applying that label to myself? An interracial swinger! I loved the idea in my head, in my own fantasy. I even loved living vicariously through these women's pictures and videos online, but to actually do it myself, that was a different thing completely. I suppose I knew right then though that I was going to be fine with going through with it, it was only two problems in my own head. First, the stereotype and the label. I was raised Christian, in believing that sleeping with men other than your husband was absolutely wrong no matter what. Now a grown woman, I knew better than all that. I think that I truly knew this wasn't cheating in the true sense. I wasn't hurting the man I loved, my husband wasn't being deceived. He was beside me and supporting me in exploring my sexuality, after all it was all his idea in the first place. I could shed the moral and religious tone to convince myself this wasn't a sin. I hadn't been practicing any religious or strict moral code in a long time in my life anyway. And then there was the whole how society would look at me if they knew of how I lived my sex life. Ridding myself of that thought was a bit tougher. It wasn't as if I planned to broadcast it to the whole world, but if friends and family were to find out if would be embarrassing to us and hurtful to them. But we talked through that that night, hubby explained the idea was to be careful in exposing ourselves. To practice a little secrecy and caution would help alleviate that fear, it would be all the more wise anyway. Second, on my list of concerns, was how this would affect my marriage. Yes my husband was leading my hand into this, but was he really ready for his wife to be with another man? I had to have him explain to me that our relationship wouldn't be damaged by any of this. We agreed to keep an open line of communication about how we were feeling at all times. We are so in love with one another, we are indefinitely life partners. Both of us were already happy with our sex lives, this was just adding icing to the cake. We have a good life with one another, a strong marriage already, I did believe that we had a great foundation to start into this new lifestyle. Hubby added he just wanted to see me happy above all, and he knew that pushing the comfortable limits of my sexuality was making me very happy. So we e-mailed the gentleman back my husband had spoken with and asked for a date. As per my good advice from other wives I had spoken with online, I also asked for a few references from him and if he had a current STD test. After some back and forth on exchanging more pictures and information, we settled on getting together during the next weekend at a popular bar in downtown LA. That seemed like a good first date, somewhere in public where I could leave if it didn't seem right to me. But to my pleasure, everything went VERY well. So great in fact I could only describe the evening in one word, "intense". That story is coming soon.