Sweet Lucia - Sex Stories

Sweet Lucia

It's 10:30 am, and my stomach is doing backflips. I'm aboard a Northwest Airlines flight into Detroit Metro Airport after a one-week business trip to California, but I'm not airsick or white-knuckled. I'm thinking about my wife, who I will see in just a few minutes at the terminal. I met Lucia at a party in college. She was a transfer student, a little bewildered and unsure of herself, a little lost and friendless at the big university. Her big, dark eyes appealed to me immediately. I wanted to get lost in that long, brown hair of hers, and to feel the big breasts I felt certain were hidden by her loose, puffy blouse. I took her under my wing, helped her get established and settled in her new place. Pretty soon we were in her bed, our tongues searching each others' mouths, my hands on her big, soft nipples. She was not technically a virgin, but she might as well have been; I brought her to the clinic to get her first birth control pills, and I was the first man to bring her to orgasm. We were deeply in love (we're STILL deeply in love!) and almost immediately we started making plans to spend our lives together. We were married right after graduation. Along the way, since I wasn't keeping secrets from her, I showed her my porn collection: three boxes of magazines I had accumulated over a number of years, six or seven videos, a few hundred jpegs. Most of these, including all the videos, featured black men fucking white women. This surprised her a lot, but I explained that I ...

... found them exciting. We watched the videos together on our new big-screen TV: I had my arm around her and held her hand. Whenever a black man with a huge erect penis came into view, she clutched my hand tightly, and watched intently as the hard black cock slowly penetrated a pretty woman's vagina or anus. After just a few such scenes, I could smell her juices, and I knew they had soaked right through her panties. I reached for her cunt, and pretty soon we were engaged in incredibly passionate lovemaking. It was obvious that she had never seen such a large penis before. What a contrast with my own little five-inch dick! I knew she wasn't likely to express this, for fear of hurting my feelings, but I quietly encouraged her. And every week or so, we watched one of the interracial sex videos that we both found so exciting. It always led to very intense sex. After we had seen all of them a few times, we decided that I should buy some more videos. I was afraid she'd suggest we get some with WHITE guys for a change, so I said, with feigned casualness, "More interracial ones like these?" "Oh, yes!" she said. I was suddenly hard as a rock. I suppose it was pretty obvious what we were both thinking and fantasizing about, but we talked around it for quite a while. She began to talk admiringly about black men, including one of her co-workers, movie actors, guys we saw on the street. We were resting on the beach one time at Lake Michigan when a middle-aged black guy flopped down on the ...