Sunday, 2 October 2016


Often while making love, my husband, Nick, would say 
something like, "Brenda, Baby, you are so hot. I wish I 
could see you take care of a hot young stud and see the 
look on his face as he tasted your sweet nectar." This 
little expression would make me as well as Nick, rise 
to a higher state of arousal.

He never really pushed the issue so I was never sure if 
it was just a way of getting us hornier or if he had a 
fantasy of really seeing his wife being taken by an 
eager young stud. He knew that it drove me wild and 
when he was about ready to shoot his load, he would 
start talking about having me give a young guy some hot 
mature pussy. Of course it worked as we both climaxed 
and fell into a state of exhaustion, snuggling up and 
drifting off into a sound sleep.

At this particular time in my life, I was 39 years old 
and thinking of the possibility of actually 
experiencing a young man, and I had one in mind. He 
recently started to work at the same place I was 
working. He needed money to start his college education 
and had accepted a position in the stock room. We 
seemed to hit it off from the start. He was a nice 
looking young black with very dark skin. 

I could see that he admired my 5 ft 9 inch, 140 lb 
body, as his eyes would rove up and down my body. I 
really liked to be admired by any man but to be admired 
by a young black guy was a unique compliment that made 
my pulse race every time I saw him. I felt that I knew 
what he was thinking and I surely was having some very 
erotic thoughts about him. My fantasy was developing 
into a plan to make it all come true, hummm, I wonder 
if Nick would like his fantasy to become a reality. 
After all he was always bringing the subject up. I 
would have to test him, I was thinking. 

I found myself dressing for Josh, (the young black man 
at work), and wanting him to notice me and give me that 
"I like what I see" look and imagining how he was being 
affected by this white wife. I was wondering if it was 
true that many black men want to get into a white 
wife's panties. I know that I have secretly wanted to 
feel a black man covering my body and pumping his black 
seed into my husband's private garden. I knew that I 
wanted Josh to be the mine and was hoping that Josh 
wanted me to be his white honey. I knew what I wanted 
and now had to convince my husband to live out his (and 
my) fantasy. 

During our lovemaking one night, Nick again expressed a 
desire to see a young stud doing his hot wife. I 
whispered to Nick, "Honey, I think that would be so 
hot. Would you like for me to do it for you? Do you 
want to watch me give a young stud the time of his 

"Well, sweetie, I would love it if you want to do it," 
Nick blurted out. "The thought makes me so horny. Would 
you do it for me? Would you enjoy it?"

"Actually it sounds like a lot of fun. I think I would 
like it, but only if you want me to do it," I replied.

"Oh Baby, you are so hot. I want you to do it and let 
me watch," Nick said. "I will see if I can find someone 
who is interested in a hot wife. I will start looking." 

"You may not need to do that as I have someone in mind 
that I think would like to have me, if that is OK with 
you. We have a new employee at work, a young man that 
has been looking at me with longing eyes and I think I 
can work on him and see if he wants this wife to take 
good care of him," I said. (I was wondering what Nick 
would think being that Josh is black.) I continued, "Of 
course I would want you to meet him and see if he meets 
with your approval."

It was all set and I started putting my plan into 
action by first working on Josh. The employee's rest 
room was in the stock room so I found that I needed to 
go to the bathroom more often than usual. (An excuse to 
see Josh and have a little chat.) 

I headed to the stock room to implement the next stage 
of my plan, approaching Josh and said that he reminded 
me of my black friend in high school. I got my best coy 
shy smile and said, "He liked to kiss me, and I really 
loved it." 

I stood there smiling and waiting for it to sink in 
when I saw beads of sweat break out on his forehead as 
he moved toward me and I offered my lips to him. He 
nervously put his lips to mine and we kissed for a few 
seconds. I said, "Yes Josh, that brings back memories. 
Hope we can do that again sometime." 

"I liked it also, Miss Brenda," Josh said as he smiled 
and I went back to work, knowing that I had stirred 
some erotic thoughts in Josh's head. From then on, each 
time Josh was alone in the stock room and I went there, 
we kissed and kissed some more. 

It was not long until Josh was pushing his manhood 
against my womanhood and placing his hands on my butt 
pulling me to him as I slowly moved my mound against 
his hard rod. I would go to the rest room and my 
panties would be wet with clear slick passion juice 
caused by this horny black man making me have erotic 
thoughts about him and me.

It was time for my husband to meet Josh so he came by 
one day at noon and I called Josh from the stock room 
and introduced him to Nick. I could see that Nick was 
surprised. Nick said to Josh, "My wife has spoken 
highly of you. She is not easily impressed." 

Josh responded, "Miss Brenda has helped me a lot on my 
new job. She is really nice to me."

"That is nice Josh. I am sure she enjoys helping you 
out here and will continue to help you, and I am glad 
you two get along so well. She seems to really enjoy 
her job much more since you started to work here."

(I felt that Nick was surprised at Josh being black but 
I could also tell that his words had double meaning by 
the way he said them.)

That evening I asked Nick if Josh met his approval. He 
responded that he was surprised that a black guy turned 
me on but he was impressed with Josh and thought he 
would do just fine. A few days later I told Nick how I 
had progressed with Josh and that I was ready to make 
the final move and thought I would ask him to visit me 
on Saturday night and that I would tell him my husband 
was on a hunting trip for the week-end. Nick had 
already planned how he would watch. 

First through the living room window then move to the 
next bedroom where he had a chair and had cut a hole in 
the wall and covered it with a one-way mirror. He had a 
stool he could sit on and watch. I would leave a dim 
light on in the bedroom so he could see (Of course I 
wanted to see my young black lover as I played with his 
beautiful black pole and jewels before I empty his 
sperm filled  balls).

Friday came and I went to the stock room to see Josh. 
We met and kissed passionately as was our routine by 
now. I got a shy look on my face and said, "Josh would 
you like to come to my house Saturday night? My husband 
will be gone all week-end on a hunting trip so, in case 
you did not know, I want you very much. Do you have the 
same feelings about me?"

"Yes Miss Brenda. You are always in my thoughts when I 
go to bed. You are very beautiful. Anyone would be glad 
to have you. My Mom has always told me to never get 
mixed up with a white woman especially one that is 

"Well, Josh do you always do what mom says?" I asked.

"Sometimes I do, but in this case I think I will take 
my chances. Oh, yes I want you so bad. I will be 

I could hardly wait to get home and tell Nick. Nick was 
delighted and said he could hardly wait to see the 
young black stud in my honey pot sampling my nectar.

Saturday night came and I selected red satin panties 
and bra to wear as well as a black skirt and white knit 
top. Although I love nylon stockings, I though they 
would get into the way so I dressed bare legged with 
red satin flats. Josh and I were about the same height 
and I didn't want to feel taller than him. 

I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. I was 
feeling like a young virgin teen ready to get her 
cherry popped. I was a bit nervous as Nick hugged me 
and whispered, "I will be watching so bust his black 
balls good." Nick went into the garage to wait for the 
moment we both were anticipating.

I was wondering what Josh would wear when I heard the 
door bell ring and as I opened it I saw a young black 
Josh standing there in a white satin jogging suit, oh 
my how handsome and enticing he looked. I motioned him 
in and closed the door as he turned and we kissed hard 
and passionately knowing that we were going to do what 
we both had wanted for days, have some uninhibited hot 
sex. "Geezee you look sexy tonight," Josh said.

"Thanks Josh," I responded, "And you are really hot 
looking in your white jogging suit. Makes your 
beautiful black skin look so sexy."

I moved us to the living room couch where Nick could 
have a good view (after all it was his idea).  We 
started necking and kissing like two teen-agers on a 
date as we eagerly groped and explored each other's 
bodies as the sexual fires were heating up inside both 
of us. I knew that he had a black rod that wanted 
relief and I had a white pussy that was going to 
eagerly give him relief and I would be enjoying every 
minute of it.

Now I decided it was time to move to the bedroom for 
some serious exploring of each other so I took Josh by 
the hand and we went into the bedroom. I turned and 
asked Josh to remove my top and as he did it revealed 
my red bra clad breast. Josh looked at them and said, 
"I love red but I think those white lobes need to be 
free," as he unhooked my bra and it slipped to the 
floor. He kissed my breast and suckled my nipples till 
they felt like they wanted to flow with fresh milk 
(although I knew it was impossible). I looked down and 
had a fleeting thought of a black baby suckling my 
white breast, as I watched his closed eyes and his lips 
closed around one of my hard nipples. He looked so 

I then unzipped Josh's top and removed it as I kissed 
his manly chest through the kinky hair and licked each 
nipple. I moved on down and slid his bottoms down to 
reveal some white silky nylon boxers hiding his erect 
black pole. I was shaking all over as I removed the 
boxers and gently kissed the head of his pole and 
licked the clear liquid that was now seeping out of the 

I felt his black balls in their sack and thought of 
black walnuts and how I loved walnuts. I played with 
them as I sucked on his chocolate pole as he moaned and 
pushed toward me. I soon realized that I had to stop if 
I wanted to save those black seed for my white honey 
pot. I moved onto the bed and opened my legs wide as he 
moved between my legs and removed my black skirt and 
red panties revealing my wet swollen lips. 

He started licking the honey that was seeping from my 
honey pot. He then found my clit and sucked on it till 
I was almost having an orgasm and I knew it was time to 
invite him into my husband's secret garden to plant his 
seed. He moved over me and I felt his black rod slowly 
entering the forbidden flower (the one his mother 
warned him about). I pushed against him as he entered 
burying it deep inside me as he moved in and out making 
me groan and moan as he whispered to me how he needed 
me and how good I felt. 

I told him that I was all his and to take me the way he 
wanted me. The sweat was now pouring off his black skin 
onto me as we slipped around and held on tightly. He 
and I were now working in unison to satisfy our lusts. 
He was now banging me hard and fast as I pushed up to 
him and met every stroke with a thrust of my own. 

I then felt his joy stick began to throb as I blurted 
out, "Oh sugar, you are making me your bitch, I am all 
yours sugar, take me, TAKE ME!! OH YESS!!" and then I 
felt him spurting as he emptied his black balls into my 
waiting white womb, thrusting deep as he shot his black 
seed. "Oooh baby, you busted my balls, oh baby, I'm a 
goner." I was well into my orgasm by now and shook and 
shook and then fell limp.

We lay there a few moments as we calmed down from our 
mutual orgasm, feeling very satisfied and contented, 
just gently hugging and kissing and relaxing. He then 
moved off me and lay on his back as I moved over and 
laid my head on his kinky haired chest and snuggled up 
and went to sleep knowing that we were both very well 
pleased with our love making. I was certain that Nick 
had seen and heard it all and I hoped that he was good 
with it all and was not jealous. 

I awoke as the morning sun sent bright beams into the 
bedroom. I looked at my young black lover as he laid 
there, his black body looking so lovely in the morning 
light. His black pole was now deflated and resting up 
for another time. I took pleasure in knowing that I had 
bested the young black man, and that he had made me 
have the best orgasm I could ever remember. 

I knew now that I wanted to give Nick another show and 
to give Josh some more of the best white wife he had 
ever had. I was hoping that both wanted the same very 

Josh arose late for work and rushed out. I went looking 
for Nick and found him on the bed in the other bedroom 
naked from the waist down and it was very apparent that 
he had shot his load and went to sleep. Poor guy!

Later when Nick arose, he said that watching me with 
the young black stud was more than he had ever expected 
and hoped I would do it again soon. He said that seeing 
his black balls slapping my white bottom gave new 
meaning to getting "Black Balled."

"Well honey, if you liked it so well I guess I will 
have to do it again just for you." I knew that I wanted 
it again as much as he did, but I surely would not tell 
him that as it might hurt his ego, hummm. I knew that 
Nick was going to be out of town a lot now (wink) and 
Josh was going to take his liberty with his wife. 
(wink, wink, wink) Even today, just remembering the 
times with Josh make me so horny I feel like spreading 
my legs wide for the next set of black balls I see.  

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