A Man Of Color - Sex Stories

A Man Of Color

Judy’s Version: One night when my husband Ray and I were watching some interracial porn on the big screen TV in our living room, I expressed my intrigue about it. Ray looked surprised when I told him that I always wanted to try it with a “man of color” but never had the opportunity. Then Ray told me that the thought of watching me having sex a man of color really turned him on. And that was how this erotic venture started. To give a little background to this story, Ray and I got involved in swinging shortly after we were married. We had interacted with two other couples and a couple of threesomes before this, and we always held an interest in finding something new to add sizzle to our sex life. Ray researched some internet sex sites and succeeded in finding me a possible candidate. His name was Berry and he lived in Atlanta, which made it all the more convenient for us. Shortly after we responded to Berry’s ad and got a positive reply back from him, we met at a local nightclub for a drink. Berry was a sharp-dressed man in his early forties, clean-cut, shaved head and dark chocolate color skin. He was a single playboy type of guy with a profound interest for white women. To add to his attraction, he was a highly successful business man. Berry and my husband got along really great and Berry found me to be (in his words) extremely attractive and sexy. He liked my dress and the way I filled it out and he complimented my husband for having a beautiful wife. After 6 rounds of ...

... cocktails and two hours of flirtatious discussion, I pulled Ray aside and told him that I felt good about this man. We asked Berry if he wanted to get a room with us and he was all for it. So in short order, the three of us left and took the short taxi ride to the Carlton to get a room for the night… Trying to be as poised as I could, I couldn’t hold back my heart racing as I sat on the chair in the hotel room and slowly rolled my nylons down my legs. Berry stood in plain line of sight at the other side of the bed, peeling out of his pants. His shirt was already tossed aside and his upper body did not disappoint me one iota. His muscles rippled when he moved and he looked incredibly strong. His last article of clothing was a pair of white cotton briefs that bulged out from his crotch like an over-inflated balloon. He was obviously very aroused and straining against the material, which excited me all the more. Ray had taken a seat in another chair on the other side of the room, sitting back and looking comfortable while smiling over at me like a cat that just swallowed a canary. My eyes didn’t linger long in my husband’s direction when the sight of Berry’s crotch grabbed my attention once again as he peeled off his briefs. A silent gasp escaped my lips the moment his cock sprang free, looking proud, erect and bobbing with life. His cock was as dark as his large black nipples, and I felt my insides curling into a tight knot with my eyes lingering over the sight of it. I couldn’t ...