There was a period in my mid-thirties when I admit to having been fairly promiscuous. One Friday night when living in New York I went with some friends to a place called "Le Club." It was still fairly early and we were talking and drinking around a table, when they went off to dance or talk with someone else' and a black man approached me. I cannot remember his name.
He had bright white teeth and very dark skin, he was very charming and pleasant so I allowed him to sit down and talk to me for awhile. Beneath the conversation, however, was a sexual undertone.
I had never been around a black man before.
As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, unusual flight.
I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a long line of people waiting to go through the metal detector. I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with the others until I saw the cause of the logjam: A vision of Far Eastern loveliness in a skirt shorter than Heather Locklear's on 'Melrose Place' had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still kept setting off the detector. The poor thing was turning a lovely pink from embarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidly expanding cock went out to the girl.
Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonishment, she stuck a hand under her skirt and squatted as if she were about to take a dump right there on the floor. Elegantly plopping two little steel balls on the conveyor belt, she swished through the detector and out of my life.
I'm an average looking guy from Orange County, CA who has been reading all these stories on the net for years and felt it's time to finally tell my story. I should probably mention that I had always had a major thing for Asian women.
Growing up in California, it's not hard to find hot Asian girls just about everywhere. Nearly ever girlfriend I ever had was Asian. In high school my first real girlfriend was Allison, she was Chinese, about 5'6" and had a killer body.
We started out as friends, and we'd often rent videos together, go shopping and do "friend" type stuff, but every now and then, we'd fool around. Allison was very pretty, but she was really dumb. Usually Asian girls are stereotyped as being really smart, but Allison was only text book smart. She didn't know the first thing about life, or sex.
There is a lot of timing and luck involved in getting the chance to watch your normally reluctant wife suddenly turn it on for another man. But John, a 40-year-old contractor, had that chance to see his 31-year-old wife perform at a convention last summer at an upscale hotel in New York.
Cindy wore an unusually revealing red dress that evening. It was shorter than anything John had ever seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear it at first. But Cindy, who had a shapely but very petite 102-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress.
In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies in John as they shared a bottle of champagne in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year marriage, John had toyed with the idea of directly asking Cindy to seduce another man.
I hate wearing business suits. Dressing for an evening out is fun; you can show some flair if you want. But business suits are supposed to be boring. Hell, that's the point. You want to look conservative, trustworthy, conventional, inoffensive - in a word, bland. Don't want to scare off a potential customer, after all. And they're usually uncomfortable, too.
You can also get tired of strange hotel rooms. This one wasn't too bad. It had a king sized bed; the bathroom was actually pretty nice. It even had a minibar that I had already stocked with my own ice and soda. But it was still a hotel room: standard fittings, easy to clean up, interchangeable with hundreds of others across the country. After a while on the road, the walls can start closing in on you.
So what was I doing wearing a business suit, sitting in a hotel room and staring at the walls? Feeling pretty lonely and bored, that's what. At least I'd be checking out tomorrow.
About 10 years ago my girlfriend at the time and I were at a 4th of July BBQ. She was 20, Hispanic, 5'0", 100 lbs or so, very cute figure. Nice big boobs, which she complained were too big for her height. She was rather sexually conservative, but when she drank, she loosened up.
She had been drinking wine coolers (Yech, remember when they were popular?) all day and she was obviously getting pretty drunk. Wearing a very sexy bathing suit, she was attracting much attention. When a buddy commented on it to me, I smiled and said that maybe I should let him get a closer look.
My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me, making my mind wander...
Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were cock. My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded packages. My pussy moistened at the mere thought of dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with their thick meat.
I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night I'd find new tricks... all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to bigger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan and scream in lust.