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Subject: Tammy's Dark Lust
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If you are under age, read no further; likewise if the
subjects don't interest you.  The series deals with
consensual sex between adults: a white couple and the
wife's desire for, and 1st sexual encounter with a
black man, the emerging open marriage relationship and
the voyeurism of the husband.

This story is based on another couple with whom we
corresponded.

Please keep in mind that AIDS makes such behavior more 
risky than it may have been during another time when this 
story is based.  Be SAFE!!

(c) 1995 Vic S.  Permission granted to post/distribute
electronically provided it is not for profit and these
notices are left intact.  VicSwriter@aol.com

                 Tammy's Dark Lust
                      by Vic S.
             as told by Tammy and Mike

My wife, Tammy, says she has the ideal husband and
life.  I provide her a comfortable home, nice things,
travel, money,... and a great sex life... with lot's of
big black cock.  No, I'm not black; I'm an average
white man of 40,  5'10" tall, 175, balding, glasses, 6
inch cock.

Tammy, is a petite 5'4" 108 lbs, natural blonde with
beautiful trusses to her shoulders.  Her breasts are
perky and stand out at a slightly up thrust angle, flat
tummy, and cute round tight ass.  Her thighs are set
apart a little giving her pelvis structure a real fuck
me look.  She keeps herself fit at the Y swimming and
we like to cycle.

We meet at a junior college where I thought a business
course at night.  She was nineteen and fresh out of
high-school.  We married a year later.  She is 26 now.

Outwardly, to our business, neighborhood, and social
friends we lead a very conservative life style,
typically lower-upper class with a beautiful home in a
upper-class neighborhood, two car garage, hot tub, etc.

Tammy wouldn't have always described her sex life as
great.  In fact, unknown to me, she was rather
frustrated during the first 5 years of our marriage.
Maybe it's the age difference, maybe I was a little
intimidated by her obvious sexuality, but I had
problems truly satisfying her.  Not that she
complained.  I thought our sex was great, admittedly a
little conservative.  The main problem involved my
premature, or at least early ejaculation with vaginal
intercourse.  Even though she was not a virgin when we
married, she assured me that she had never had an
orgasm with intercourse and that it was probably her
fault.  I could get her off orally, and that became her
(and my) preferred technique.

Things changed drastically a year ago.  I was looking
for some papers I had misplaced and was rummaging
through her night stand when I discovered what I could
only describe as an illustrated fuck book and an eight
inch vibrator.  I might simply have put them away as if
nothing happened, if she hadn't happened in while I was
examining them.  The one most significant thing about
them that struck me was that the book was exclusively
about white women with black men, the pictures were
very explicit, and that the vibrator had the appearance
of a cock,... and was black.

I didn't know when she came in but she was suddenly
there and said, "O OH!"  In retrospect I think she may
have wished, at least subconsciously, that I find these
things.

I found myself apologizing for getting into her
"private things".  After a very uncomfortable silence I
finally said, "I guess I am little shocked that you're
interested in such things.  Can we talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about really, they're just a little
fantasy material.  ...And my friend for when you're on
the road,... or too tired."

"Tammy, I know I haven't satisfied you with my cock
very well, but our relationship is solid in other ways
isn't it?!"

"I love you, Mike.  Don't be silly, you satisfy me!
It's just harmless fantasy stuff, like you've brought
home and shared with me several times!"

"Tammy, we have been very honest with each other...
before you answer the next question let me say I think
I'd be understanding, given that its natural to be
curious about such things when you have limited
experience...  Have you, or are you wishing to act on
these fantasies?"

Her bluntness shocked me... the answer was not what I
expected... after several seconds of silence she took a
breath and said, "No, I haven't  ...yet, but I would
love to fuck a black man!  There I said it!  I hope
it's not the end of our marriage, but, yes, I want to
be a total slut with a big, hung, black stud who would
fuck me silly!"

I was in shock, all I could say was that I didn't know
what to say, then I managed, "Anyone in particular?"

"No.  Read the book!"

"I guess I don't understand what you would want...  I
mean what you would like to do... specifically?"

"I don't know how much more blunt to be: I want a
really hung black man to totally have his way with me,
until one of us can't fuck anymore -- read the book!"

I did.  While I read, she got undressed and climbed up
on the bed out of my reach.  She pinched her nipples,
rubbed her pussy, and basically distracted me with
wantonness.  She even asked me to hand her her black
friend, the dildo.  My hand trembled as I handed it to
her.  She used it on herself as I watched and read.  I
tried to touch her once and she pulled away saying
"READ!"

It took 2 hours -- about an hour into it I pulled out
my rigid cock and stroked off.  Tammy, just out of
reach, literally pounding that eight inch black dildo
into her groin as I jacked off.  She slide herself
around to where her head was between my legs with her
laying on her side.  She licked her lips and opened her
mouth at my cock -- I tried to put it in her mouth and
she pulled back, saying "READ!"  I could take no more
and told her I was going to cum and aimed it at her
mouth and face; she opened wide and we both watched as
spurt after spurt of cum splashed in her mouth and on
her face.  When I finished the book, I asked, "Wow!
How much of this do you want?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Give me
permission, help me get ready, and we'll see where it
goes!"

"When do ya want to and how?"

"You know I'm just over my period and I'm the horniest
then.  Tomorrow's the biggest night down at IT."  IT
was a disco that was usually about eighty percent
black.  The girl in the book picked up her first black
stud at a disco.  IT had a reputation for being a white
chick - black man pick up spot.

I felt like asking if she had ever been there when I
was out of town, but I thought twice -- we had always
been honest and she was tonight.  I said, "Tammy, you
won't leave me for some black guy will you?"

"Hell, no!  I do love you!  I love our life together!
This thing, this craving, has just been consuming me.
I feel better with it off my chest, even if you say
`No'.  I also know that often reality is a let down,
and I'm prepared for that."

I reread some of that first encounter in the book.
"You can do it, I understand your curiosity.  ...But,
can I watch?"

"NO, this is for me, no distractions.  You can arrange
a room, get me ready, take me down to IT, then come up
to the room when it's over.  If it's something I want
to do again, and your still agreeable, maybe we can
arrange a way for you to watch if you want."

"If I can't be there, you've got to promise me some
things.  At some point before the point of no return I
want you to ask a few subtle questions that will help
determine, the best you can under the circumstances
that he is not in a high risk group for AIDS.  Ask him
some what coyly, if HE has ever had it up the ass.  If
he's a straight stud his answer will be quick and firm;
tell him why you asked.  If he says something like `I'd
do anything for you' either drop him then or say
something like `'I'm not asking you to do it, have you
ever?'  If he says yes, I wouldn't even bother asking
if it was protected.  There are many other straight
black guys that would give a nut to fuck you.  You get
the idea.  The other concern is IV drug use; for this
you may have to wait until he's taken his clothes off.
I know it's not the most erotic thing to do at the time
but you must look for needle marks, arms, hands, legs,
feet.  Any evidence of a weapon: knife, gun, drop him.
Promise me these things; we're not talking fantasy
now!"

"I promise!"

We fucked that night like never before.  Still only one
orgasm for her, orally, I got off twice, first a suck,
then doggy style.  I fantasized that I was her black
lover -- I wondered if she did the same.  After, I
asked what she meant by me getting her ready.

She said I should pick out the outfit for her to wear,
bathe her, help make her like the slut in the book.

The next day I was a wreck at work.  I reserved the
room, left work early and made a few stops on the way
home.  When I got home I asked if she still wanted to
go through with it.  She said it was up to me, but that
her pussy had been wet all day in anticipation.  I said
I hoped she didn't fix any diner because my stomach was
too nervous to eat.  She laughed and said hers was too.
We spoke very little as I bathed her, dried her
beautiful petite, but perfectly proportioned body off.
I told her to set on the edge of the tub.  I produced a
pan of hot water, my razor with a new blade and shaving
cream.  She smiled and gave me a "You remembered from
the book... I love you!" look.  I shaved her natural
blonde curls from her pubic mound and around her pussy,
padded it dry and rubbed her all over with scented oil.

I said it was beautiful and asked if I could eat her
now.

"One kiss now, you can eat me later."  The hidden
meaning was subtle.  I made it a long one.

In the bedroom I opened the box with the silky red
evening dress,  spilt up the side and open in back,
plunging so low that the top of her ass crack would be
visible (I new her petite size 5 well), and beautiful
sheer red hose, they had a three inch stretch hem at
the top so no garter was necessary.  They had delicate
flower pedal cut out patterns at the hem on the inside
thigh, I thought they matched her flowering pussy.  I
dressed her: gold anklet, gold waist chain, hose,
dress, red spiked pumps.  No panties, no or bra.  With
the plunging open back it was obvious that she had
nothing on underneath.

She looked stunning, a total slut!  When she stood with
her legs apart and pelvis forward it was obvious, to me
anyway, that Tammy not only had no panties on, but also
was without pubic hair.

On the way I told her where the room was, and that I
had gotten two keys, stopped there earlier and left a
bottle of Amereto (her favorite) in a cooler of ice.  I
didn't tell her about the flowers.  I gave her a key.
She gave me last minute instructions,  "We'll go in
IT's separate, when I've picked out my stud, follow as
far as the hotel lobby.  Don't come up.  Wait an hour,
then use the house phone to call every fifteen minutes,
it will be busy, off the hook, until it's ok for you to
come up.  Got it?"

We got there at 10, the place was already jumping.  We
parked in the hotel garage around the corner from IT's.
I followed at a safe distance as she paid the cover,
went in the door, and took a seat at the bar.  She was
stunning.  She turned down dances with two white guys,
and an overweight black.  Danced one dance apiece with
two different black guys before the ultimate hit on
her.  He was maybe 6'3", looked like an athlete with
nice broad shoulders and narrow hips.  I was
immediately intimidated and jealous.  Two fast dances
with a lot of touching, they sat down at a small table,
did a slow dance with his hands all over her; he almost
swallowed her small white body in his huge frame.  I
tore my eyes away for an instance and noticed many
other people looking at them.  I was already trembling
inside, but a strange feeling swept over me like a
wave.  At that moment I think I knew our lives were
making a permanent change.  Back at the table they
didn't set down, simply finished their drinks in a gulp
and left with him leading her by the hand.

I made my way to the door and stayed well behind them
as they made their way to the hotel.  He was fondling
her right on the street.  As I walked into the lobby my
eyes made contact with her pointing nipples, gleaming
eyes, and his bulging crotch in the second it took for
the elevator door to close.

It was 5 'til Eleven.  The next three hours 15 minutes
where the longest of my life up to that point.  I went
into the bar and had a couple of drinks; it would have
been very easy to have drank myself numb, but I wanted
to have most of my senses for after he left.

That feeling that had sweep over me in the disco just
kept building with each passing minute as I wondered
what they were doing at this instance.  As directed I
called the room at 1 hour, busy.  At an hour and a
halve (still busy) I got nervous that he might have
harmed her and left.  I went up and stood silently at
the door.  The sounds of love making, or should I say
sex, where obvious to any one in the hall at the door.
The groaning, grunting, creaking of bed or furniture
was simultaneously threatening, reassuring, and
exciting.  I suddenly realized I had a hard-on; I
looked down and noticed I had a wet spot on the front
of my crotch like I used to get during heavy petting as
a tanager.  I went back down to the bar in the dim
light and tried to calm down.

I couldn't; I kept wondering things.  Was she sucking
him?  How big was he?  Had they been fucking all this
time?  Did she swallow his cum (she usually spit mine
out)?  Oh, and her bald pussy, what was he doing to it
right now?

At two ten it rang.

"...You can ...come up!"

"Tammy?"  It didn't sound like her.  It was a horse
voice, exhausted.

"Come on.. up!"

"Is HE gone?"

"In the shower, ...wants to ...talk to ya."

"You told him about me?  That you're married?"

"Ya! Come on up!" Click.  It was a long elevator ride.
My heart raced.

My hand trembled as I put the key in the door, then
knocked.  No answer.  I opened the door.  The smell of
raw sex almost knocked me down!  I almost jumped out of
my skin as I passed the opening to the bath.  He stood
there naked, toweling himself off.

"Yu's must be Mike! I'm Jerome!"  He offered his hand.
I took it weakly as I stared blatantly at his cock.
Unaroused, after all the fucking it was longer than
mine is when hard, and bigger around; biggest god damn
thing I'd ever seen.

"Where's T.. Tammy?" I stammered.

"Oh, she still be coasting on the bed.  That's one hot
bitch!  I think's I quenched her, lest fo now.  'Tell
next time."

I stepped on around into the room proper.  I scanned
the whole scene, taking it in.  The room could have
just been used by a orgy of 10 people, the way it
looked and smelled.  The bed covers were off both
double beds, leaving only rumpled sheets.  The one
Tammy was on was pulled away from the its headboard on
the wall, it was the one closest to the mirrored wall.
One of her red hose was hanging over the lamp.  Tammy
was laying at an angle with her head away from the
mirrored wall, with two pillows sort of under her head.
Another pillow was under her hips and her legs were
spread with one foot pulled back up to her knee.  From
my position at the foot of the bed and the end of the
mirrored wall, I was looking right down into her bald
pussy; it was all red, lips swollen, her inner lips
were open about an inch, her insides full of whitish
liquid.  Her pussy looked way too big for her small
pelvis and hips.  I looked at her face; she was biting
gently on a knuckle, her hair was a mess, her eyes were
open, but had a dreamy look as she stared at my face.

I took in the room again; images began to flash through
my mind as I noticed details:  A ruffled pillow was
draped across the arm of the over stuffed chair by the
windows -- She was face down in the chair taking his
black shaft from behind.  The desk was pulled out from
the wall at one end.  A large bath towel was spread out
out top of it, hanging off the end -- she's on her
back, legs up on his shoulders as he stands driving
shiny blackness into her bald tight pussy.  The pile of
bed clothes on the floor has a matted down area, I look
closer: there is a familiar looking diamond shaped wet
spot.  I look back at the pillow over the arm of the
chair, wet spot there too, and on the other bed right
at the edge.

I set down on the corner of the bed Tammy's on. "You
OK?"

"Oh ...ya!" dreamily.

I'm startled as Jerome comes into the room.  "Yes sir,
one hot slut!  They all gets excited, but I never had
no white chick go so nuts for black meat before!"
Jerome was gathering his clothes that were scattered
about.

All I could do was try to swallow.  I looked at Jenny
and her eyes were following Jerome in the mirror as he
moved around and dressed.  She slide a hand down to her
bald mound and gently rubbed at the top of her open
gash.

Finally he was dressed, went over to the desk, took out
a note pad and scribbled.  He handed it to me.  "She's
saying you gots her ready and made arrangements and
stuff.  This is my phone number; you'll be call'n."  I
just stared at him, then the piece of paper.  He said,
"Face it man, she be needing it again, ain't never
going to be the same with you; oh, you'll be getting
yours and it'll be better fo you, but she be want'n it
black again soon.  Once black no going back, at least
not fo long.  Next time, Mike, give her a good enema fo
her bath, and bring some jelly, she be want'n it up the
hersy --- I'll pack it with creamy chocolate!"  He
laughed as he came over to Tammy.  He bent down and
gave her a long kiss, her hand went around the back of
his kinky head.  He pinched one nipple, she the other.
He slide his hand down her small white body, the
contrast was awesome.  At her pussy he dipped a finger
into her gapping hole.  It came out slimy -- He brought
it to her lips and she immediately began sucking and
licking on his cum covered black finger.  As she did so
she looked me right in the eye -- no shame, no guilt,
just wantonness.  "Shit, mama, as much as I'd like some
more o'that mouth... I ga'ta go!"  He stood and headed
for the door slapping me on the back as he passed.

The door closed and he was gone.  I looked closer at
her body as she studied my face.  All she had on was
her gold waist chain and delicate anklet.  Tammy had
dried juices down the inside of her thighs in a couple
of directions, both centering on her cunt.  It was not
only gapping open and pooled with cum inside, but the
crack of her ass and outer pussy lips had junks of
whitish jelly clinging to the folds.  Her thighs were
red inside, hips where red, her tits looked like they
had been mauled and they had dried juice crusting on
them.  I moved up to stroke her hair; it had dried
cakes, ratting her messy hair.

"Are you sure you're ok?"  She nodded yes.

I asked, "Do you still love me?"

"Oh God yes!  More than ever for letting me do this!
Are you sure you love me?"

"Yes, I still love you!  What's all this about an enema
and hersy chocolate?"

"Later, kiss me!"  Her lips were still wet from his cum
she'd just sucked from his finger!  I leaned over
slowly, she pulled my face to hers.  It was a long,
gentle, passionate kiss.  She tasted funny.  It was
him, I knew that.  Her mouth was soft and giving, she
swirled her tongue into my mouth, I liked that, she
didn't usually do that.  I could taste him.  I had a
hard on.

"You know you're going to have to tell me every detail!
Did you suck him?"  "Yes. That's why I'm horse" "Did he
cum in your mouth?" "Yes, twice."  "Did you swallow his
cum?"  "Yes, completely the first time, except for a
few dribbles; he got real sloppy the second, I
swallowed half of it then he pulled out and shot it all
over my face, tits, hair -- he was a fucking firehose!"
She held up her matted hair.

"I see it dried on your tits and hair but your face is
clean."

"He wiped most of it into my mouth with his finger.
Then made me wash my face before he'd kiss me again --
told me to leave it on my tits to though!"  She looked
at the crust on her heaving pointed breasts.  I stroked
her forehead.  I had a pounding hard-on.

"Did he eat your pussy?"  "Yes!  The first blow job I
gave him was just me on my knees, till he came, must
have been a quart.  You know the times I've swallowed
your cum, its never taken more than two swallows,
usually I can hold your whole load in my mouth without
swallowing, with him, I swear I had to swallow four or
five times, and I still choked and dribbled some.  The
second time I sucked him off we were 69.  He had fucked
me for maybe 20 minutes by then, but hadn't cum yet in
my pussy.  I begged him to cum in my mouth again; I
just couldn't get enough of it."

"You know all of this is giving me an inferiority
complex."

"Is that why you have a big hard-on?"

"How many times did you cum?"  "I lost count somewhere
around seven; after that it was like one long high!
Believe it or not the first small one happened while I
was sucking him the first time!  Then the first big one
--oh my god-- the first vaginal orgasm in my life took
about one minute of his cock ...and it wasn't even all
the way in!"

"He looked hung like a horse, but I only saw him after.
How big was he hard?"

"At least 10 inches, ...at least.  He said 10 1/2.  And
big around, shit!"  Tammy made an open circle with her
finger indicating she couldn't get her hand closed
around it, at least an inch shy.

"How much of that did you take, it's obvious his width
opened you up?"  We both glanced at the mirrored wall
at her still gapping pussy, elevated on the pillow.

"Orally, about half, maybe six inches."  I'm thinking
that means she could take all of me, we'll have to
check this out.  Then Tammy stretched her arms around
my head and smiled real big.  She slowly pulled me
toward her mouth for a kiss.  "My cunt took the whole
fucking black telephone pole!"

"WOW! Little 108 lbs Tammy.  What was your favorite
part?"  "The excitement of the first blow job I gave
him; I actually had my orgasm when the first of his
squirts hit the back of my throat.  Then the first fuck
he gave me, that first penetration, then when he
carried me around on his cock!"

"Do what?"  "Will, once when we took a break for a
drink and pee -- he let me hold it while he pissed a
gallon -- we ended up fucking with me on the counter in
the bathroom.  He picked me up and carried me around
with his hands on my ass, my arms around his neck and
his cock up my pussy the whole time.  It was like a
bull ride.  That was when he took some of my pussy lub
and stuck a finger up my ass.  I went berserk, that was
maybe my 5th cum.  In a minute he had me on my back at
the edge of the bed begging him to fuck my ass."

"Did he?  We've never done that!"

"No he didn't, and we will my love.  This is
embarrassing, but what the hell: With his finger in my
ass as far as it would go he said he could feel...
some... you know!.  I offered to go to the rest room
for him, but he said we should really use a lubricant
and a rubber -- he was very considerate really!  That's
what that enema business was all about.  After that he
laid me over the chair, he drove into me so hard that
time, I almost passed out as he mashed me into the
chair from behind."

I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

"My next most favorite part is right now; telling you
all about it, without any fear or guilt, I swear its
turning me on... and I think you too!"  She stroked my
hard-on through my slacks.

"So what now, shall we clean you up.  I could start a
nice hot bath!"

"Later, just clean me up right here for now."  "I'll
get a warm rag."  I started to get up, she pulled me
back and looked at me wickedly.  "Your mouth, Mike,
clean me up with your mouth."  She peered right into my
eyes to the depth of my sole.  "You see that's the
final part of my fantasy tonight.  That's why I'm
laying here like this with my ass lifted on this
pillow, so his last load wouldn't run out.  I had him
deposit it deep... for you."

"You told him you were going to have me eat his cum
from your pussy?" I asked, not sure if I liked her
sharing her desire for kinky behavior from her husband
with another man.

"Yes, he said if he had known he wouldn't have cum so
many times earlier -- it could have been a bigger load!
I told him I would have missed eating it myself.  The
pillow was his idea!"

She started to whisper, with her still horse sexy
voice,  "You'll do this for me won't you, Mike?  Eat my
bald pussy, Mike, eat my black cock fucked white pussy,
Mike, eat your white wife's bald pussy that's full of a
black man's cum.  Do it!"

She was using her hands to guide my face to her boiling
cauldron.  It was like I was in a trance, as I laid
between her out stretched legs.  She took my head in
both hands and guided, not forced, my mouth to her cum
filled pussy.  Before my lips even hit her pussy, I new
I was hooked.  As strong as the sex odor had been when
I walked into the room, it was nothing compared to the
sensuous fragrance of the fruits of their love making.
I dipped the tip of my tongue into the liquid pooled at
her gapping pussy opening.  Then I locked my lips to
her pussy.  I loved it, my lips and mouth and her bald
pussy were on fire with the pungent black cock juice!
I sucked out the visible juice, showed it to her in my
mouth.  She smiled wickedly and mouthed almost
soundlessly, "Swallow it!" and I swallowed.  Now I went
berserk.  I licked the thickening lumps from the folds
of her pussy, and ass crack.  Before I was finished
Tammy had cum again and contracted her pussy muscles to
fill my mouth again from the deep deposit Jerome's
black firehose had made.  When I thought I had it all,
Tammy told me to lie on my back and open my mouth, she
then sat right up on my face; the biggest amount yet
poured into my mouth, because I'm so near sighted I
could actually watch it globbing out in blobs, and
stringy rivulets, that clung to her open, inner pussy
lips, until a swipe of my tongue cleaned around the
edges.  She was leaning forward watching my feast with
a big shit eating grin on her face; she also knew I was
hooked.  She contracted again, more slide out.  I got
most of it in my mouth, but I still had it ear to ear.

Tammy leaned down and said, "My turn to clean you!"
She licked my face clean and we locked our mouths
together in the sloppiest kiss in our history.  We
passed some of the juice back and forth.

Tammy said this was better than in her wildest dreams.
Then I laid her down and tried to clean the crusted
stuff from her with my tongue as will.  As I did it I
said that I wished I could have been here when it was
fresh.  She said next time I can be.  I told her I
hated the wait.

Even though her pussy was sore and raw, and her jaw
ached, we fucked and sucked tell dawn.  Most of it
spent with me nibbling on her bald pussy.  She did deep
throat me, if you call 6" deep.  I even ate and reamed
her ass, I had never done that before.

We ordered a big room service breakfast (had them leave
it in the hall, the room was still a wreck), and
nourished ourselves before I fucked Tammy's virgin ass
(if you don't count a black finger) using butter as
lubricant.

That was a year ago.  Tammy's sampled many black cocks
since then, she averages one black session a week.  Our
personnel sex (just her and me) is better, and I love
it when I can join her black studs in servicing her (as
she calls it).

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