"This may be dangerous & stupid or whatever, but I'm meeting a guy later, alone... a black guy."

At first I didn't believe her. So I questioned her about it. All she told me was that she'd found an ideal candidate via a sex site. He was "proper black" as she put it, 34 years old, & he would be coming over to her place later on that night.
Naturally I still didn't believe her.
She was very nervous about the whole thing. She's never slept with a black guy before & never slept with anyone else whilst in a relationship before. Within the next hour of messaging, I encouraged her to go through with it. I also talked her into going on Skype & showing me the whole thing (if it was actually going to happen). This would be done in secret.
Why the secrecy?
One of the things that turns me on about interracial is the idea of my white girlfriend cheating on me with a black guy. But since I would know she was cheating & she new that I knew, the idea we had was that the participating black guy should be kept "in the dark" about it (no pun intended!). She would maintain that she had a white boyfriend & he had no idea she was cheating on him with a black guy!
The perfect plan. Of course, I still didn't think she would go through with it.

At 11:18pm I got the call on Skype. All dolled up, her brunette hair flowing & dressed in a sexy blue dress, she spoke to me for few minutes in her bedroom before getting a call. She disappeared of camera for a while, but I could hear her talking to someone. It sounded like she was giving directions to her house... & joking about the alcohol that he was bringing over.
When the call ended, she marvelled about his voice. A "proper deep sexy nigger voice", to quote her!
"When's he coming?" I asked, getting a bit nervous myself as it finally sunk in that it could seriously be happening!
"In about ten minutes," she said. "He's just picking up some vodka from an off license."
We spoke for a few more minutes. Then she positioned her laptop in the bedroom window, minimised the Skype window, closed the curtains (leaving a gap for the camera to see through), then we said our "goodbyes" & "good lucks", & she left the room.

Her black lover had arrived.
The next ten minutes involved staring at a screen I thought had froze & worrying like crazy for my girlfriend.
The small bedroom was well lit. I had been in it many times over the last few months. The walls were plain white. The floor was a cream colour. Her double bed was covered in a white sheet & a bright pink duvet with matching pillows. My view of the room now was of her bed & brown bedside table in the middle of the screen, the wall the bed pressed against to the right & the bedroom door to the left.
It felt like I was staring at this image for ages. The fact that I couldn't hear anything either was making sure I wasn't bored, but instead panicking over my partner's safety!
All kinds of thoughts ran though my head... What if she was being attacked? What if she'd been kidnapped? Or less extreme, what if they were doing something in the living room where I couldn't see?
I sent her a text asking if she was okay. She replied saying she was fine, which was a huge relief! But I was given no clues what was going on.
By this time, being on my own bed, I was masturbating furiously.
It was 11:52pm & the door opened.

My girlfriend entered. Being led inside... was indeed a black man.
She was right, this guy was proper black; as dark as the ebony keys on a piano! He wore white & blue chequered shirt, black jeans, & black boots that he took off almost straight away. He wore glasses too, which reflected the bright bedroom light as much as his black bald head.
She sat on the bed, drink in hand, sitting up against the wall to the right of the screen. He lay flat on the bed. So for the next couple of minutes, I was treated to their boring conversation & his big feet.
Not the easiest thing to masturbate to... but the fact that my white girlfriend was in her bedroom with a black guy was more than enough of a turn on!
Not long after midnight, the conversation between them receded.

After a long pause, I heard them whisper something. My girlfriend put her glass on the floor & went to lie with the black man. She rested on her side & straddled him.
Then they kissed.
That was an incredible moment for me! For some weird reason, seeing her kiss him was an amazing turn on... his black lips & her white lips. It was also her first step in interracial sex.
After kissing, they laughed & joked, & whispered things I couldn't hear. The guy started rubbing his crotch. He then fidgeted & unzipped his jeans... taking out his black cock.
He stroked it... she stroked it... then with no hesitation, she dove right in & started to suck him off.
While the initial blowjob didn't last long, it was their first sexual contact of the night, every slurp & groan resonating in my brain.
A brief interlude occurred where the two undressed. That was somewhat awkward. I was expecting them to undress each other passionately, not fumbling to undress themselves as if it was a matter of business!
I didn't mind though. There was a naked black man in her bed, lying where I had lied many times before. And my gorgeous white girlfriend was stripped to her bra & panties. Black bra &... white panties.
She went right back to sucking his cock again, choosing a crouching position to his left & my right so that I had one hell of view of his thick black dick going in & out of my girl's mouth, his smooth black balls drooping down all the while.

Things escalated about five minutes later. He took her bra off while she was kissing his cock. She stopped giving him oral & lay down on her back next to him after whispering some more.
Now I had a view of this guys very dark back as he crouched over her. I didn't have a great idea what was happening at that moment. Then something really hot happened...
His black hands slid her white panties off really slow.
Seeing them slide off so easy, seeing her totally naked with him, seeing her submit to him totally, this white girl & this dark invader... I was turned on to the max!
He proceeded to finger fuck her. And the moans of pleasure made up for the restricted & slightly blurry view I had at this moment in time.

I knew what was coming when I saw him reaching for his trousers on the floor.
After she orgasmed, he returned to lying down. She took to giving him oral again (which she's extremely good at, my girlfriend!). Then they spoke about something.
He took out a condom out of his trouser pocket. Opening the wrapper, he rolled it over his black cock by himself.
The next minute, my girlfriend was on top of him. And just as quickly, he guided himself into her.
My white girlfriend was now fucking a black man.
After all these years of interracial porn addiction... it was finally happening for real.
At that instance, the whole build up to this moment hit me: being told about it, waiting for it, seeing them in each other's presence, them hugging & kissing, & now climaxing with them fucking.
I'd never felt so fulfilled, never mind turned on!

I was tranced by what I was seeing.
The image of her on top of him, her hips grinding away, her round white ass bouncing as his dark dick slid in & out of her... it had me & my cock hypnotized.
She moaned & groaned. He did too.
His large black hands slid all over her body. She loved that. We had many conversations about interracial, & one of the ideas she really liked was a pair of dark hands running all over her pale white skin.
Something else she liked which I knew about, a black guy's big fat lips sucking on her delicious pink nipples, was what she was treated to next. I couldn't see it all that well, but I could hear it.
And hearing them kiss some more just kept me so turned on.

Switching from "cowgirl" position, she got on her back. He sat up... & got on top of her.
Interracial missionary.
This was my favourite postition of the night, purely because I got a great view of his big thick black cock pounding that tight white cunt I'm so fond of!
I almost came watching that. The sound was amazing too. You could see & hear his drooping balls smack against her ass, espeacially when he lifted her legs onto his shoulders.
When they switched to doggy, my view wasn't great. But the sound of her grunting with pleasure & the sound of more nut smacking (this time her little clit the most likely recipient of those big soft black balls) still kept me hard as a rock.
When she dropped her shoulders, he pounded away at her hard... & came hard right into her.
Part of me was glad he put on a condom. But another part of me wishes he hadn't. The thought turned me on immensely, him emptying his black testicles into my white girlfriend, filling up her womb with black seed.
Another time perhaps...

Not long after he came, he left. The interracial mating didn't take that long, which was a bit of a disappointment.
The time on my laptop said 00:45.
It was a bit of a surprise to me when my girlfriend said he'd left & that was that. But we talked about it a lot. She thought it was okay. I, on the other hand, thought it was amazing.
The good news? I want her to do it again.
The even better news? So does she...