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Ebony series 6
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*** Ebony Confessions Vol. 6 ***
"Swinging...Ebony Style"
Three years ago my wife had her first experience with a black man at a
swinging party. That evening has changed the entire nature of our sex
life-and for the better.
Our swinging was getting to be somewhat routine and we were both about to
drop out. The one fantasy Beverly had never realized was to make it with a
really super-hung black man. She had always preferred men with large cocks,
and the idea of contrast in color was something that had captured her
imagination. As it turned out, the experience far surpassed her
expaetations-and mine, too.
I am 45 and Beverly is 33. We have been married for eight years, first
marriage for both of us. Beverly is brunette, petite, and has big brown eyes
and a perfect figure. I am 6',160, and pretty good-looking. We began
swinging four years ago, first with couples, and then mainly with single
men-for Beverly. That evening three years ago we were at a private home with
three other couples and one single man, named Frank. Frank was black, very
tall, a lawyer, and quite handsome. He was a close friend and swinging
partner of our hosts, Jim and Mary. Jim had told me that Mary had a particular
preference for young black men. Jim, like myself, is about ten years older
than his wife. Also like me, he had more or less stopped participating in
swinging himself, leaving that to his wife. Mary had told Beverly about Frak
and had invited us so that we could see her favorite partner in person.
the two other couples soon went upstairs to one of the bedrooms. We were
left with Jim, Mary, and Frank. "Beverly," said Mary, "you are going to have
the biggest and hottest cock of your life tonight. But you have to share it
with me." I think Beverly and I both blushed, because the three of them
laughed. Frank looked at me and said, "Jack, I like Beverly's looks and hope
you don't mind my enjoying her this evening."
Before I oculd answer, Beverly said, "No indeed he doesn't mind! Right
Jack?" I nodded my assent, and with that Frank quickly removed his clothes as
Mary and Beverly followed suit. jim then took me aside and suggested that we
go to the kitchen and make drinks for everyone.
"Jack, you've got to see this guy to believe him. Mary is totally
addicted to him. He had an open invitation and sometimes comes over and fucks
Mary during the day when I'm at work. At first I objected, but there's no
denying him any more. I can assure you that Beverly will love it and think
she's never had sex before by comparison." We finished the drinks and went
back to the living room.
What I saw was a scene which not only was to repeat itself many times in
the next three years-even though I didn't know it at the time, but also would
turn me on incredibly to watch. Beverly was on her knees in front of Frank,
who was sitting on the sofa next to Mary. In her hands was the largest cock I
had seen in person. About ten inches long and very hard and fat. And black.
The head was glistening from what I assumed to Beverly's licking and sucking.
She began licking it form top to bottom. I was hypnotized at the sight.
Realizing I was there, Beverly looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Jack,
look at this! I can't believe it! It so beautiful!" Then she began licking
and sucking again while Frank kissed Mary and played with her tits.
Ten minutes later we were in the bedroom and Frank was poised above
Beverly with the head of his rigid cock at the entrance to her pussy. Slowly
he began entering her, pausing every inch or so to savor the feeling and to
watch Beverly's reaction. Her eyes wwere wide open and so was her mouth. "Do
it! she yelled. "Give it to me...fuck my mother fucking cunt...NOW!" He did
it, pushing his monstrous cock all the way in her and then beginning to fuck
her with a practiced rhythm. Beverly picked up his rhythm, locked her feet
behind his buttocks and pumped for all she was worth. It didn't take long for
Beverly to have an enormous orgasm, at which time Frank paused a moment before
pounding away furiously. He finally froze deep inside her, filling her with
cum.
Beverly held on for dear life, saying, "Give it all to me. No one has
ever fucked me that deep. Only you, Frank. My pussy belongs only to YOU!"
Then he withdrew, got up from the bed, and told Mary that it was her turn.
The three of them left the room. Wwe were alone, and I knew what was coming
next.
"Come on, Jack. You know what I love." I got on the bed with my face
between her legs, looking at the yawning hole of her cunt with Frank's cum
oozing out. I began sucking her. I had become used to sucking Beverly after
her lovers finished making love to her. But this was a somewhat different
experience. "Sharing" was what she called it. "Don't miss a drop," she said.
When I finished, we kissed, enjoying our traditional sharing of the juices. I
didn't want to admit it at first, but the mixture of Frank's cum and Beverly's
pussy juice actually tasted wonderful!.
Frank continued to give both Mary and Beverly a cock lashing like I have
never seen before. And it seemed that he had an ocean full of cum in his
balls as he filled Beverly up so much again that she stood up on her knees,
legs spread, opened her cunt with both hands, and announced, "Look what my
darling Frank gave me!" She began to force Frank's cum out of her love hole.
The thick, white liquid dripped out of her, while a wide, ecstatic smile shown
on Beverly's face.
Since that evening we have limited our swinging exclusively to black men.
We have learned that there are many, many white couples who do the same. And
quite a few black studs who "specialize" in white married women. White men
don't do it for Beverly anymore. And after watching her with some of her
lovers, I'm suprized that there aren't more white women seeking out black men.
I now belong to the White Boy's Auziliary, which is an informal network
of white men whose wives have blck lovers. There are a few hundred of us in
this organization alone. It's a good way to share experiences, make new
friends, and so spread the good word. It isn't really an organized club, but
we do now have bumper stickers and lapel pins. More and more people are
learning about the WBA. I have had a number of black men see me with my pin,
introduce them to my wife. Which I do if they seem to be her type. At least
once a week a black man approaches Beverly. I know when this happens, because
she calls me at work and says, "Guess who's coming to dinner?"
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