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 My Hubby Trained Me to Enjoy Being Stretched by BBCs

   From the first moment my hubby-to-be and I became sexual, he was always
fascinated by the thought of stretching my pussy open by any means he
could. Using two, then three, and then four fingers inside me regularly...
soon led to his hand, followed by getting me to fist myself.  Eventually he
could fist me too, with lots of lube.

   We used vibrators and dildos, which became an integral part of our sex
life, to the point where he virtually replaced himself as he preferred to
see me take on progressively larger and then larger dildos, versus his
small dick (less then 5 inches at maximum hardness).

   All the while we watched lots of porn as we played around.  Almost
immediately the porn turned to strictly interracial porn, where we'd watch
sexy little white gals taking on some truly monstrous black cocks in every
orifice their bodies.

   As we used the toys and watched the movies, he began to share more of
his fantasies with me.  That led to us role-playing.  While using the big
dildos on me he would pretend to be one or several black lovers who would
"take me" and use me for "their" pleasure.

   Sometimes I was being seduced, or I was seducing.  Other times it was
part of a rape fantasy (something I'd imagined since I first lost my
virginity), or my being a porn star.  My hubby loved seeing me get off on
those toys and acting out all those different scenarios.  I was loving how
great all the toys felt as they stretched me more over time.  I found
myself getting turned-on by the images I started to create within my mind
based on the voices from the films we watched, and as the toys seemed to
become real black lovers.

   My sweet hubby fostered my fantasies further by urging me to picture
myself giving myself to black guys, surrendering my body to them for their
and my own mutual pleasure.  By that point in our relationship it was easy
for me to think about.  In fact I thought about black lovers even when he
and I were not having sex.

   When I was working at the store, or working out at my fitness club, or
going to the beach with friends...  I was noticing black men everywhere I
went.  I was wondering what it might be like to have sex with them,
wondering what they looked like naked, picturing myself feeling their
fingers in me, their big cocks stretching me open, pushing deep into my
pussy, sinking all the way into my ass, forcing them balls-deep down my
throat, and filling me up with their dark creme.

   In between my hubby and me having sex with our toys, I found myself
being worked up immensely.  I frequently needed to masturbate, of course
using the toys, and most of the time I was watching more interracial porn
as I did so.

   It was approximately a year and a half of playing our games, that my
hubby shared his next revelation with me.  He wanted me to have sex with
another man, one with a large cock, and to either let him watch, or go and
do it and tell him all about it afterwards.  Either way would be fine by
him.

   He seemed to hunger for what my pussy would look like after a black
lover had used it.  I swear his mouth watered at the idea.  It didn't shock
me, however it did surprise me, and I needed to reconcile the idea of my
marriage and my vows with that of my hubby's desires, and with my own new
found interest and growing need for a large cock to fill me up.

   I wanted to please him, and I could not lie and say it did not interest
me.  Nor could I tell him he was all I wanted (at least sexually, as he was
never a good lover, and his small size had always left me wanting for
more). But to just give myself to another man, felt like cheating on my
hubby.

   It took about 6 months for me to see it differently, that I was not
cheating, as he wanted me to do it for myself and for him...  that it could
only improve our sex life, and therefore further strengthen our already
solid marriage.

   So, I went black one time...  for myself, and partly for him...  with
just one man who I chose.  I knew he had his eye on me at the University I
used to work part-time at in between modeling assignments.  But as I was to
learn, there is no such thing as one time.

   I saw him several times on my own.  Back then the idea of having sex
with another man in front of my hubby didn't feel comfortable.  I know I
would have been far too uncomfortable to relax and get in the mood, and
then let go and enjoy all he did to me.

   I later kidded my hubby how that first man brought out "my inner slut,"
but in many ways, it's 100% accurate.  He did turn me into a slut for black
cock, something that I love being, as does my hubby, and I will never stop
this lifestyle so long as there are black men out there who still want to
play with me.

   Contrary to popular belief, not all are hung like horses.  However, on
average I would say many of the black men I have had the extreme pleasure
of being with, were well above average, with a good deal of them being hung
from really big to huge, to OMFG what is that, and you want to try and put
it where!?!

   To be perfectly honest, the few in that last category are my absolute
favorites!  My pussy can take a lot of abuse, as can the rest of my body.
More importantly, I immensely enjoy those extra long and thick cocks!  I've
been told by guys that my body was built for sex, that I was born to be a
slut for big cocks.  Who knows, maybe there is some truth to that.

   All I and my hubby know for certain is that being opened up and
stretched to the maximum by one or several BBCs is the most breath-taking
and exhilarating experience I have ever had when it comes to mind blowing
sex.

   Not everyone will agree with me, and that's fine, they don't have to. 
In fact I say don't believe us.  But try it for yourself, and then prove us
wrong.  Afterward we can talk.