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 Her Young Black Lover Allowed Her to Regain Old Memories

   My wife let me know well before we were married that for hot sex she had
often enjoyed black lovers.  She told me she loved me, and wanted to marry
me, but she wanted me to know of her attraction to special enjoyment of
black/white sex...  and to let me know that after marriage her attraction
was might still continue.

   According to what she told me, she had fucked many Afro-American men. 
She seemed to be turned-on by the contrast of her pale skin against their
black skin.  Plus, she was turned-on by the erotic image of crossing the
color line.

   However, after we were married she insisted she only wanted a monogamous
relationship between us, even though I let her know that she was welcome to
take lovers as long as I knew about it.

   Then in her mid-40's she came to me one evening and said that she wanted
to re-experience the sex she had in her 20's, before she was too old.  At
that time she still had a terrific body...  she looked great in a bikini
(still does!).  I told her, "Go for it."

   She went on-line and started communicating with a young black guy.  He
was a former college basketball player, almost half her age; and was trying
out for a professional team.  She kept me aware of all her communications
with him.  I don't know if his primary interest in my wife was because she
is white, or older, or married.  But he was most definitely interested.

   So, after e-mailing back and forth, they finally met and started going
out.

   Each time she went out with him, I would sit at home, wondering if he
was nailing her.  But she would come home and say that they didn't go all
the way.  She `dated' him for several months, but he never fucked her.

   She reported that they played around, kissed, fondled, and that she
often took his cock in her mouth, but she continued to report that they
never went all the way.  I really don't know how he was so patient.  But he
was, and never went farther than she was willing to go.

   My wife and I kidded about how she could help him as he tried out for a
professional team by helping to reduced his stress.  If he made the team,
she thought it would be fun to show up in the locker room after the first
game as the woman who helped him make the team...  because he first `made'
her.

   He lived with his father, so they couldn't go to his house.  And, for
some reason I never understood, they didn't get a room at a motel.

   Finally, she asked me if she could get together with him at our house on
a Wednesday evening.  I agreed that I would take our daughter out to her
piano lesson on Wednesday, take her for ice cream, and delay returning
until 9:30 PM, to give them time together.

   When Wednesday came, I got our daughter ready to leave before my wife
came home from work.  She arrived at 7 PM, just before we were ready to
leave.  She was dressed in a business suit that she had worn to work, but I
knew from watching her dress in the morning that underneath she was wearing
sexy underwear that she had gotten from Victoria's Secret...  that she
would soon be displaying to her young, soon-to-be black lover.  She was
somewhat giddy, as I kissed her goodbye and our daughter and I drove away,
as she awaited the arrival of her young black lover.

   The next couple of hours were exquisite torture for me.  I knew that her
young black lover was arriving at our house and was going to be fucking my
wife in our marriage bed.  I knew he would probably be penetrating my
wife's cunt with his black cock while my daughter and I shared ice cream
sundaes.  With each dip of my spoon I contemplated a black cock dipping
deep into my wife's delightful body and making her happy.

   Finally, well after 9:30 PM, I returned with our daughter.  I found my
wife in our bed...  in her pajamas, as if nothing had happened.  I did see
her bra and panties lying on the floor, scattered as if discarded on the
way to our bed.

   After we put our daughter to bed, I asked if he had come over.  She told
me "Yes"...  but I had to work to get her to share all the details.

   She told me that he had been nervous.  He was afraid I might come home
while he was there in bed with her.  She assured him that I would be okay
with it, and would simply ask if he was enjoying her.

   Rather than the "black bull" stereotype, she said he was a very gentle
and attentive lover.  I asked her what he had thought about fucking an
older, white, married woman.  Her response was, "He thought my pussy was
really tight." Her comment almost made me cum in my pants.

   I really loved the idea that her young black lover had screwed her in
our marriage bed.  Over the next few months they did the same thing as I
got our daughter out of the house for several hours.

   I never did meet him, but from what my wife told me, he sure did `meat'
her!

   BW