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willypeter
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When my wife and I were first dating, I suspected that she had had an active sexual past, but I couldn't pin her down. Like most women she didn't like to talk about her past lovers, and like most men, I was curious. Of course, in my case, I was curious in a very lascivious way in that I was dying to see her fuck other men. We were in that feeling out stage where neither of us was confident enough in the other's reaction to just come out with it. She was such a good-looking hot bodied woman that it was impossible to think of her without sexual connotations. I saw it in the way she dressed, flirted, and the constant attention and reactions of other men from 13 to 80. Lilly was a bombshell, and though she tried to play demure during our courtship, I suspected that she had a pretty promiscuous past in college and the dating scene. Hell, it was the early 70s and the sexual revolution was in full swing, AIDS and Herpes were unheard of, most women were on the pill, and the worst that could happen was that someone got a disease they could cure with a few injections in two weeks. Oh, the good old days.
We were living in Miami where I was the youngest corporate VP in my company at 29, and Lilly was a paralegal in a up and coming law firm. Even in professional dress there was no hiding her assets. She had a beautiful face, long brown hair, big perky tits, a small waist, a delectable ass, and legs all the way to heaven. If she even half way tried to dress sexy, she could stop traffic downtown when we went clubbing at night, and on the beach, forget about it. She stole the show. To my way of thinking, she was way too much woman for one man to hoard, and though she seemed pleased and entertained enough by me in those early days, I sensed that she'd had much better than me in her past and sometimes missed it. I dreaded the day when she finally spilled the beans and told me I wasn't doing it for her anymore, but I hoped I could head that day off by letting her fuck other men, something I secretly longed for.
Lilly was from Chicago and had gone to college at the University of Alabama, a choice I could never understand.....until later. You guessed it. Lilly had a thing for black men and not just any black men. She had a real Mandingo fantasy going since her teenage masturbation years, and some ghetto Chicago hoodlum had cashed in on it before she was 16, fucking her silly in his ghetto crib regularly. Unfortunately, he'd knocked her up, too, and she'd had a black baby at 16. Her parents insisted she put it up for adoption, and she acquiesced and broke off with the father, but the die was cast. I was merely one of many attempts she'd made to go white since, and I wasn't doing any better than the others. Outwardly, things were fine. We were a handsome, in demand couple, and she was a local hottie who all of our male friends lusted after. It was sometimes so obvious that it was impossible to ignore, and all of this finally came out after a party at our apartment one night when one of the lawyers in her firm attempted to grope her in the kitchen. I threw him out, and it sort of killed what was left of the party. When everyone was gone, we were left alone in the living room, at least two sheets to the wind, and she broke down crying and apologizing for the lawyer's behavior.
I consoled her by telling her he was only doing what every man who looked at her felt like doing, and I didn't really know how she put up with it as well as she did. She cried even harder, saying, “I know. I know. Men take one look at me and see a fuck hole, not a woman. It's been that way since I grew boobs!” There was no consoling her now. She was on a roll. I held her and let her sob, but she surprised me by suddenly straightening up and saying, “You know, Jim, sometimes it's just too fucking much. Sometimes I'd just like to be the ***** everyone already thinks I am and fuck every man who makes a pass at me.” My dick immediately went bone hard, and I stammered without answering. It must have been a comical reaction, because she began to laugh at my expression. Then she saw the bulge in my pants. She reached down and grabbed it and said, “Oh my God, what happened to little Willy?” We both laughed then, and the door of opportunity flew wide open. I stepped through it and never came back. It all came flooding out of me, how I'd dreamed and jacked off thinking about other men using that amazing body of hers and how the reaction of little Willy was completely involuntary on my part. She now had not so little Willy out and was stroking him as she listened. I went on and on, about how I wanted my first girlfriend to fuck the star black halfback on our high school football team and how I had no idea where these thoughts came from or why but they were as much a part of me as little Willy. The black halfback got her, and she started stroking harder. Finally, she said, “I believe you, Jim. I can see how it affects you. This unhappy party may be the happiest moment of our lives if we can trust each other. Can I trust you not to leave me if I tell you the truth about me?” I said she certainly could if she wasn't going to leave me after what I'd just said. She smiled and melted my heart. “Leave?” she asked. “Honey, we're just getting started.” And she told me all about her black man fantasy, her black son in Chicago, and her many black lovers in Alabama, where she was known, she said, as a black cock slut, a label she took pride in. She'd tried to go white, she said, but she found the white men at her law firm and around Miami annoying as hell. They were so fawning and lame about seduction while black men just came up and took what they wanted from hot white girls like her. She'd known since junior high, she said, that she wanted to fuck black men and black men only. She said she'd known there was something different about me, but she hadn't been able to pin point it until tonight. It was the same for me. We had the potential of being a match made in heaven. She needed a white husband for her family's sake, but she'd never dreamed that she would find one who would let her indulge her insatiable appetite for black men on the sly. I never dreamed I'd find a woman who would understand my darkest desires and indulge me in them.