It all started a couple of years ago.To spice up our sex lives, my husband and I sometimes shared fantasies during sex. A favorite of ours was a threesome, with both men and women. We also started watching some porn and that really ignited the passion between us.

At first it was just Vanilla couples porn but we got more adventurous. I got really excited about the idea of being taken against my will. It seemed like most bondage & submission porn featured white ladies around my age being taken by strong dangerous looking black men. And it must be quite a popular fantasy because it's always in the top 10 videos on Pornhub. At first I was shocked but I couldn't believe how sexy it was.

We both felt a bit guilty about the fantasy, but it made our sex so amazing. As soon as we started fooling around I'd start thinking of strong men taking me against my will. And more often then not I imagined them as angry black thugs.

I grew up pretty conservative, never dating men from other races. The area I lived in was very white so I had almost never had any experiences with black men. And I know this is wrong but I felt more black men then any other race were criminals. So I tried to avoid certain types of black men. This made me and many white women curious about them. Even though the whole taboo of being with a black man is something that is thought of as not excisting any more I think it still does. It's funny, because if someone sees a white woman with a certain type of black man, a black thug, you can still see white people giving them looks.

I'd never admit it but always found black thugs sexy, the combination of the danger and thier undeniable power was hard to not notice. They seem much more muscular, more confident. They seemed to have a presence about them that is very alluring, like an animal magnetism. Powerful and very masculine like they can really take care of a woman! There was also the whole idea of how black men are hung well and can really please a girl. The porn that we watch just confirmed that that wasn't just a stereo type it was a fact.

I also started to realized that Mark really got turned on by watching other men notice me when we were out. The idea of dressing sexy and getting attention from a dangerous black man was so sexy to us.

And the thought of me submitting, yielding myself to a large powerful man was so sexy. I imagined being held down and violated. And the thought of being forced to give myself to a black master was so erotic! Sometimes I would see a interracial couple and I could just tell that the white woman was totally submissive. I became turned on by the idea of sexually submitting myself completely. The thought of being owned by a dominant man excited me so much.

Like many modern couples we started our own page on fetlife. And Mark convinced me to allow him to take a sexy picture of me with my face hidden to post on or page. 

Our sexual fantasies became a powerful release from the stresses of life. Eventually we started watching interracial cuckold and hot wife porn exlusively. And any porn that had powerful dangerous black thugs forcibly taking a white wife and making a husband watch as they raped her drove us wild.

One night mark suggested we go out to a swingers club in the city. He talked about how sexy it would be to see couples and bulls mingling in the club.

As the night arrived I got a bit nervous and Mark said not to worry. he said we didn't have to participate we could just watch. And he told me he had bought a dress for me. The dress was black and shorter and sexier than I normally wear, but definitely not slutty. I had to admit I looked really good in it and I was pleased that Mark really liked the way I looked as well.

I was a bit nervous walking into the club dressed that way because I am no longer a young girl. But Mark seemed to think I looked amazing and that gave me the confidence to wear it.

The club was actually quite nice inside, it was dark and there's lots of corners with tables and a small stage in the center of it. But the thing that was most striking was that the clientele was exclusively white couples and young fit black men. The other thing that was shocking was that they were only about five or six white couples but there had to be at least 60 or 70 black men walking around. Also, Everyone one of the Black men seemed tall, athletic and extremely confident in their demeanor.

I looked at Mark and he smiled. "It's a Mandingo Club, don't worry they assured me you don't have to participate..." 

Shortly after that I saw a guy at the bar that I thought was hot. He was a little over six foot with a body, that looked to be in great shape, toned, muscular but not overly so, and he had a great shaved head. I think a shaved head is so sexy on a black man, not that I mind hair either. As a matter of fact I think dreadlocks can be pretty sexy too. Anyway, I was trying to make eye contact with him and flirt a little so he would come over.

He finally came over when Mark left to get drinks. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that was a little open at the collar that showed just a little of his muscular chest and dark blue slacks; he looked good! He had a distinct smell, just a hint of some nice cologne, and when he spoke, it was with a nice baritone voice like so many black men have. He introduced himself as James. He had a great smile and I said hello back and said my name was Amy. Mark, seeing what was happening, stayed away. James bought me a drink and then asked me if I wanted to dance. I said sure, even though I was incredibly nervous!!!

Dancing with James was fun! I hadn't really danced with anyone but Mark for such a long time, and it was very exciting. He was an excellent dancer and he made me feel very sexy and desirable. I am sure part of it was that I was dancing with a good looking guy who wasn't my husband, but most of it was that he was a sexy black man!

In spite of my earlier insecurity and reservations, James certainly seemed to appreciate how I looked!

What was also really hot was the looks many of the people gave us. It was exciting knowing that they could see me dancing with a black man! It turned me on knowing that people were looking at us, seeing the contrast of our skin tones and the taboo of a fair-skinned white woman socializing with a Negro. I am of Irish descent so my skin is very fair, and James is rather dark. Based on some of the looks, a few women were envious and the white men were disapproving; I loved it!

I found myself getting sexually excited dancing with him. After all, I had been fantasying about black men for so long, and there I was dancing with one! I pressed up against him a bit, but not too much because I didn't want to lead him on.

After we danced for a while, we went back to the table and Mark joined us. I introduced the two of them. James didn't seem fazed that I was married, or that Mark was there. We talked for a bit and I learned he was 29 years old, six years younger than me. We had a drink and danced some more. Eventually it was getting late and we had to get back, so we called it a night and said goodbye to James.

I was so excited that on the way home I started stroking Mark's cock through his pants and eventually sucked his rock hard cock while he drove.

We got home, paid the babysitter and then went right to bed and had some amazing sex. I was so wet and turned on from what I had just done; I had danced with a black man!

During sex Mark teased, "Do you want James's big, hard, black cock?"

"Yes," I answered. "I so want that big, black cock in me right now."

With that, Mark started fucking me real hard, and after he came, he started fucking me some more with the big black dildo, "Imagine this is James fucking you."

"Do you like watching me getting fucked by this big black cock?" I responded. "This big cock feels so good inside me."

I don't remember how many times I came fantasizing about James!

After we were through, Mark asked, "Do you want to go black now?"

"I'm seriously thinking about it," was my reply. "You know, when you weren't around, James gave me his phone number."

"Oh my God, Amy, you've got to call him!" he responded.

Over the next several days, I couldn't stop thinking about that night. It was so hot to dance with James, so sexy, so erotic! We looked good together, my creamy skin against his chocolate colored skin.

I was so confused. I still had concerns. Should I really be doing this? I mean, I am a married woman with kids, is this appropriate? How will Mark react to this, will it change our relationship? How would Mark feel watching me with another man, would he be jealous? I didn't want him to get hurt. Things like that ran through my mind.

But at the same time, a married white women being with a black man is so wrong, and that did make it exciting! I felt it would be kind of fun being a "bad girl" for a change! While most women might be bothered by it, I was excited by the idea of being submissive to a strong black man.

Mark and I talked about if I should call James or not. Mark pointed out that if I called him, he would probably expect that I wanted something more than just to dance! We discussed the situation a lot. We talked about how maybe fantasies are best left unfulfilled, and all the trouble seeing James again might bring us. But Mark admitted that he found the idea of me with a black man to be so hot, he just couldn't stop thinking about it, and I confessed how being submissive to a black man like James had consumed my thoughts.

Finally I decided that I was just about ready, but not quite sure, to give myself to a dominant black man, to make myself the pure white prize of a strong African warrior!

After talking it over with Mark again, I finally worked up the courage to give James a call. My heart was POUNDING when I called him! I told him that we planned to go back to the club the coming Friday night and hoped to see him there. He didn't remember me at first, but then he said he was happy that I called and he would probably be there too.

I couldn't believe I did it!!

I hung up and found myself thinking that I am going out on a date! I was thinking about what to wear, wanting to look good for James, hoping that he showed up! I had butterflies in my stomach as if I was back in high school!

I almost had to pinch myself. I couldn't believe what was happening! I told myself that it was all about fun, adventure, expanding one's comfort zone and breaking some taboos, but I knew I was about to take a step that could never be retracted.

While James really seemed to be interested in me, I had to wonder how interested he could be in a 35 year old mother of two children. Even though I keep myself in great shape, I'm 5'5" and 120 pounds, size six, my breasts aren't what they were when I was seventeen, and my stomach isn't as flat either. While I have this round ass, which I heard black men like, my tits are only a B, and I feel out of proportion.

And then there's James. Six foot two, toned, muscular, pretty dark and 29! I was a little in disbelief that he actually said me might meet us again.

I decided that all I could do was to make my best efforts to look attractive for him. The first thing would be to go shopping for something sexy.

Shopping was fun! I dropped the kids at my mom's for a bit so I could go to the mall. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a really cute sexy top, a green silk halter type, revealing but not too wild. From the bust down it is kind of see through. I was daring and bought a pair of low-rise jeans to wear with it. I don't have quite the waist of my youth, but I still looked pretty good in the jeans. To complete the outfit I bought a sexy matching bra and thong set, but I didn't plan to wear the bra; can't wear a bra with that top.

Trying out the new me, I did something devilish. A salesgirl came up to me and asked if I needed any help and what kind of things I was looking for. So after a few suggestions and trying a couple of things on, I asked, "Do you know if there were any good clubs around to meet black men?"

She blushed, was a little flustered, and didn't know what to say! But she did ask another salesgirl who was near by and she told me the name of one. The second salesgirl looked at my wedding ring and smiled, and I just smiled back and said, "Thank you."

I felt so bad, it was fun! I bet they were talking about me after I left!

That night, I told Mark about what I did in Victoria's Secret during love making. Boy, did it make him horny to hear his wife would do anything so bold. Of course I was the beneficiary!

Thursday night I went to bed before Mark. By the time he walked into our bedroom I was, laying on the bed waiting for him, my legs spread, and I was working that big black dildo in and out of my pussy. I thought Mark's eyes would pop out of his head. Ever since Mark first brought up the idea of me actually having interracial sex, our own sex was incredible!

Friday, I was so excited; I tingled all day. I thought about nothing else but that I would see James again. I wasn't sure what would happen. I didn't know if he would suggest anything or not, and if he did, I wasn't sure what I might do. I just decided that I would follow my instincts if and when that time occurred.

In the afternoon, I had my dirty blond hair cut, lightened and blond streaks added. I liked the way blonder hair highlighted my blue eyes. I got a manicure and pedicure. I didn't think I would be mobbed, but I hoped I would get some looks!

Mark got home a little late from work. I had just finished giving the kids dinner, but wasn't dressed. I had kept the outfit a surprise for him. He commented on how much he liked my hair and nails. I finished dressing as he dropped the kids off with my mom for the night. When he returned and saw me, Mark's response was great. He took me in his arms and told me I looked sexy as hell! I hoped that James would appreciate my efforts as much.

We got a bite to eat before we drove to the same club as the weekend before. When we got there we sat in a booth, ordered a drink and looked around for James. He wasn't there but arrived about 15 minutes later. He saw us and came over, shook Mark's hand, hugged me, and complimented me on how nice I looked, which made me feel great! We got along wonderfully; he is such a nice guy. We talked and drank like we were old friends. Then he asked me to dance.

Dancing with him was hot, I wasn't nervous like the previous week, and we danced closer and sexier. It just felt so good and so right. I enjoyed people watching us. I felt really sexy.