Fantasy: Amy discovered her desire for Black Cock - Part I

My husband has always been strong and dominant, and because of these qualities, he has been a wonderful provider. I was raised in an Orthodox Jewish household and community, where women were generally submissive to the men. I met Michael at our temple and was encouraged to marry him. Not arranged but strongly encouraged.

He was demanding sexually, and I grew to accept him and my submissive nature. He wasn’t overly kinky; just when he needed sexual relief, I was expected to provide it. At times, he would tie me to the bed and have his way with me.

My mother was not of any help, and I was naïve about men and sex. On our wedding night, he tied me to the bed, which I figured was normal. I guess to some, it is.

However, through the years and two wonderful children, his sex drive greatly slowed down; at the same time, his business needed more attention. I became a bored housewife, which was fine with me. I was involved with the children, the temple, and various charity groups. Then the kids moved away as they began their own lives.

In fact, I did not think of sex, except for the occasional service to my husband when he wanted oral sex. I still performed my wifely duties.

I kept myself fit and thin, since I was the wife of an important businessman, and wanted to present myself well at the charity group. My husband did not cheat and wanted to keep it that way.
Men would occasionally make a pass at me, but I did not want to give my husband a reason to dump me, either. But I started to appreciate the attention.

When I was a teenager, I was not allowed to date, and secondly, I was taught to respect and be supportive, but never be seen socializing with “shvartzes”, a derogatory term for black men. This was not a problem; our community was mostly white and predominantly Jewish.

My husband hired a landscape architect and his team to build a nice outdoor entertainment area. The architect was an ex-Marine and was dominant and direct with his workers. He was skilled at his profession, and yet over time, he would clash with my husband's dominance. However, my husband was the client, so James would defuse the situation with a workable compromise and a dismissive, “Yes, Sir.”
I felt my husband was too demanding with people he would hire or do business with. It was embarrassing at times, but I was a silent wife and stood by emotionless.

James was a black man, strong and handsome, I should add.

When my husband walked away, James would shake his head and then quickly get back to his work. I felt embarrassed and sad for the way Michael treated him, but he was the best at his trade, and a few of our friends used him.

Then I noticed James being complimentary and chatty with me when Michael was away. His smile was endearing, and yet he never complained about Michael. He was paying attention to me, and I found myself watching him work. I found myself thinking of his strong arms, and body and… and I began to sense that I was… wet.

I would retreat to the bedroom and find I needed to masturbate, with visions of this man in my mind. Then I would remind myself I am married. Yet there he was in our yard with his team, who were a mix of black and Hispanic men. And I found myself watching them work, and once again, would feel my unused pussy twinge.

I prayed that the men would not notice my attention. Yet I fantasized about James and the other men, too.

This was not who I am, and with my upbringing, a shvartze! Yet these times are different, and interracial relationships are not taboo. Yet, what would people say if they knew I was lusting for a black man while also being married?

The more I tried to deny my feelings, James went out of his way to show me his work, pointing out features and offering ideas, knowing my husband would not challenge him. He was asking for my thoughts and opinions, even for other jobs he was working on. Of course, this was not with my husband’s present.

Plus, I was physically closer to James and his men, which increased my fantasies and dirty lust.

I never imagined that James was doing this on purpose, yet later I realized I was being led like prey by an Alpha Wolf into his lair. For now, I was happy to be included in the conversation and appreciated all the attention he was showering me with.

My husband came home, a business deal soured, and he was angry at everything. I rarely saw this side of him, but he has been stressed lately. He yelled at me for not having picked up his dry cleaning. I am certain James and his men had seen and heard his outrage.

The following day, with Michael at a meeting in the city, James called me in the yard. He wanted to show his team’s progress. His men were not present, and he explained they were at a different job that day.

As we walked around the project, he stood closer physically. It seemed innocent. I felt his strong hand on my shoulder as he pointed out the built-in grill. Then, slowly, he ran his hand along my back, discussing how the outdoor music system worked.

I did not pull back, as it seemed an innocent gesture. I felt an odd sense of calm, and my mind drifted until his hand drifted to my bottom. A light squeeze of my buttock, and I snapped back into reality.

Alarms were going off in my head, and yet, they were useless. Part of me longed to submit to a powerful man. The same feeling I had with my husband many years before. I looked at James. I was nervous, and yet when he smiled, I knew I couldn’t resist.

He said, “I will make you feel like a new woman, a sexy woman.”

He added, “I know what you need, Amy. Are you ready?”

In a way, I felt defeated, Alpha Jame’s willing prey being led to his lair. I nodded, as I could not speak, and we walked toward the house. His hand on my butt, I was his prize.

Once we were in the house, he led me to the living room and, spotting the bar, poured himself a shot of my husband’s Scotch. He swallowed in one gulp and then poured another. James said, with a laugh, “Your husband won’t mind.”

I stood nearby and waited, nervous but not scared. I didn’t know what I should say or do. It was evident that James was in full control and was at ease, as if this were his home.

He said, “You are an attractive woman, Amy, and lonely. Am I right?”

I replied, in a demure voice, “Thank you, and yes, you are right, Sir.”

He responded, “Hmmm, you called me, Sir. I have noted how submissive you are. Have you been with a black man before?”

I responded, “I have only been with my husband, Sir.”

James grinned, “I am going to enjoy having you, Amy. And I suspect you will enjoy serving me.”

I nodded as he approached me, and I felt his strong hands begin to undo my blouse. Like my husband years ago, he was direct. A few men who made passes approaching me wishy-washy, and that was a turn-off.

He removed my blouse and bra, and fondled my breasts with his powerful hands, nibbling on my nipples. Then, with one hand, began to remove my jeans. I went to undress him, and he stopped me.

James said, “Not until I tell you, just follow my orders.”

He added, “Nice Jewish breasts, my little slutty housewife.”

Words are powerful, and being called a slut increased my desire for him and my submission.

He slid my jeans off and removed my soaked panties, and now I was naked in front of this masculine black man. I wanted this man badly, as he took his time to touch and inspect me. He had me turn around and he lightly slapped my buttocks. Then he reached under and probed my pussy with his thick fingers.

He silenced me when I began to beg to see his amazing body. He was in control, and he was exciting and pleasurable so far.

When I moaned strongly from my first orgasm, he removed his fingers and put them in my mouth to clean.

Finally, he began to disrobe and allowed me to touch and caress his muscular black chest. I kissed and licked his body with a pent-up passion. He lowered me to my knees and slipped off his pants. I got my first look at a huge black cock through his boxers. His enormous cockhead was poking out the top.

I looked up at him, his hand holding my head back. And he allowed me to remove his boxers, and his cock stood straight out towards my face. It was dark, thick, and a huge mushroom cockhead. His balls were massive.

I’ve only seen one live cock, my husband's, and there was no comparison. I have seen photos of cocks, and some were huge black men. However, seeing one within inches from my mouth was overwhelming.

Scared but anxious to take that huge cock in my lips. He held me back, holding my head and demanding I beg for it, while looking up at him. My husband used to make me beg too, so I begged. I plead to have his cock.

He demanded, “Beg for the N cock bitch, you've been wanting it for weeks, now beg for it, my lil married slut.”

He was not happy unless I used the n word, which I finally did. With that, he moved his hand to the back of my head and slowly pushed his massive cock into my small mouth. At this point, he was patient and told me how to take his cock. He was a good teacher, having (I assumed) many small white mouths around this large cock.

He told me that, over time, I will be able to take his deep in my mouth. Over time. Would there be other times? That excited me further.

He controlled my cadence, and I loved how his cockhead and shaft felt against my tongue. Slow then fast, he had me fondle these huge balls and with my other hand, stroke his shaft.

My jaw and mouth ached at the strain, but at the same time, I wanted him deeper, harder. Then I began to taste his sweet precum. His shaft seemed to get thicker and his balls hard, and I felt his cum moving up his shaft. It was an amazing feeling. He gripped my head hard with my lips wrapped around his cockhead. Then my mouth was flooded with his seed, spurt after spurt. His hands ensured I could not disengage, and I swallowed his hot, sticky cum as quickly as I could. I was nearly gagging on all his come. He came in such volume, much more than my husband.

When he withdrew, he directed me to lick and clean his cock, while looking at his face. He was an Adonis, his face strong and yet no emotion.

Then he said, “My my lil slutty wife, you did good on my n cock.”

I nodded and then he motioned to move to my bedroom. His cock was still hard, not like my husband, who would grow limp after a hard climax.

My bed was not yet made, and he had me lie down where my husband had woken up hours ago. He lay with me and said, “You handled my cock well. Amy.”

I didn’t know if I could speak, and he said it was ok. I said, ”I never experienced a blowjob like this one. You are amazing.”

He reminded me about manners, and I apologized and called him, Sir.

He said, “You will learn, you will know your place.”
Then he shifted and worked his way down to my pussy, and a few licks and I was in heaven. He made me so wet and yet would not let me climax. He stopped and then moved up and had me give his cock some licks.

He then moved back down and gripped my wrists and pushed his black cock into my pussy. I felt like a virgin as he went hard and deep. No warning, he was against my cervix, and I felt a massive orgasm coming on, and pain from taking such a large cock into my small pussy. Pleasure and pain.

Once again, he commanded me to keep my eyes open as he pumped me hard. I was slightly elevated, so I could see his dark black cock entering my white pussy. His face was tight and I felt the bed rocking, wondering if it would break. Hard to explain that one to my husband.

Then he slowed and withdrew and had me roll over on my knees. Then he began to pound my pussy harder. He pulled my hair, increasing his leverage.

Then he growled, “Do you want this n seed bitch?”

I nodded, and he said, “Take this n seed you married, white bitch, god damn slut.”

His body went rigid, and once again, his cock got thicker. He came hard, and I had another intense orgasm. He withdrew his cock and same on my back and hair.

I turned my body and pulled his shaft back in my mouth, tasting both our juices. I felt exhausted, never having such intense sex.

He had me roll over so his seed would be wiped off by the bedsheets. He wiped his cock against my husband’s pillow and demanded that I not wash the sheets for a few days. Dominant and demonic, and I complied.

We cuddled, and he held me, which he called aftercare. I felt wonderful. I stroked his cock as we rested, and he got hard once again. I leaned over and licked his cock, and eventually he came, not as strongly. Then he led me to the shower. We have a large shower with many shower heads. It was wonderful washing this man and feeling his hands all over my body.

I hated to see him dress and leave, but I had a strong feeling I would serve him again.

I cleaned the house and made the bed, leaving the sheets on as demanded. Michael came home in a good mood for a change and apologized for his behavior over the last few days. He even brought me flowers.

See my husband lying in the bed, where hours before I was intensely fucked, I felt incredible guilt. Yet I couldn’t dwell on this since my husband wanted sex. I could not believe this was happening, only hours after James' usage.

I fell asleep and wondered how Michael’s seed would get along in my womb with James’.

Yet, the next day, when Michael and his crew showed up, I desired him more and more. A week later, he told me to be prepared for him, and I was.
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