For about 17 years a memory ate at the back of my mind. My wife, who is blonde, 5-3, 140 pounds, 36-D, and I met while we worked together at a restaurant. One day in the restaurant, while we were both about 20, two black guys came in who were about our age and I noticed across the room that they were talking like old friends with my girlfriend/wife, who is named Jodi. While they talked, I noticed that every time Jodi said something to one of them, she would look at him, then glance quickly down at his crotch. If I wasn't so bothered by this, I would have been laughing because it was downright comical how she almost automatically did this. I later found out she went to high school with those guys, but that was about the extent of what I could determine. Then I began to notice that whenever we were really around any black guys -- just passing on the sidewalk even -- the first thing she did after seeing them was check their crotch out rather quickly. She didn't do it to white guys. We got married 2 years later. I became a free lance commercial photographer and she got buried in her business of financial advising. Gradually this habit disappeared. She became what I call suburbanized. We had 2 kids and a decent sex life. She faked many of her orgasms like any woman, but sometimes shot Cuckold Groups Taylor Wayne Watching My Mom Go Black Mandingo Picture "Hic, oops excuse me," said Alisa trying to suppress the hiccups. For the first time in her life, she had loosened up a little and gotten drunk. It was also the last time she would loosen up as she was getting married in three days. "Yoush two shure you don't mind taking me home?" "Not at all," said Marcus grinning at her. He was driving the car. His buddy Darren had gotten in the back seat with her for some reason. "It's no trouble." "That's right," added Darren, "one of our duties is to escort the dancers home, so why not you? You lost your ride and are too drunk to drive anyway." All three were dripping wet from running to Marcus' car in the rain. It was raining even harder now. "I can't thank you enough. You're real gentlemen to help a woman in dishdress..in disstresh..in trouble." "Our pleasure," said Marcus. "And yours," added Darren. The two black men laughed at that, but Alisa didn't get it. She sat back and looked at her saviours. Both black men wore goattees and were bald. They were both masses of muscles, even more so then Lamar and Leon. Marcus had dark black skin while Darren was lighter. She couldn't help glancing down to see if they had bulges. They did. She could see the outlines of two huge cocks running down their pants legs. "See something you like?" asked Darren catching her staring at his bulge. Alisa blushed. "You two look as big ash the schtrippers I shaw tonight." "We're black aren't we?" asked Marcus. "Are all blacksh big?" she asked. "Of course," said Darren. "That's why black men make better lovers." Yesterday, she wouldn't have believed him, but today after seeing four hung black men at the bar and knowing that Debbie and even married Sherie were sleeping with black men at this moment, convinced her. She wondered where Kerry was? One thing was for sure, her bigoted friend wasn't with a black man. Alisa turned to look at the road, but the oncoming headlights were blurry and made her dizzy. She found her attention being drawn back to the black men's crotches. She had an overwhelming desire to see what they were packing. "If I tip you, will you let me see your penises?" "We ain't strippers," said Marcus and Alisa felt her hopes sink, but he added, "You can see ours for free." "But we don't have penises," added Darren. "We have cocks, big black cocks. White men have little penises. Ask us to show you our big black cocks." "May I shee your big black cocksh?" Alisa asked delighted that this wasn't going to cost her anything. She needed all her money for the wedding and honeymoon. Darren went first, unzipping his pants and raising his hips to pull them off. He wore briefs so overstretched, the material looked thinned, but she couldn't tell as the car was too dark. Darren flipped his briefs down, Black Cock Tubes Taylor Wayne Watching My Mom Go Black Taylor Wayne at WatchingMyMomGoBlack.com Mandingo Forum had an email address. He gave it to me (part of it had the words blkstud in it ... give me a break). I sent a photo of her which was taken quite a while ago by a studio and had been slightly enhanced. She really looked hot in this. She doesn't quite look so hot now, but close enough. "David" wanted to know what I was up to and what I wanted him to do. I never gave him information that would lead back to me, other than an email address no one knew I had. I said talking live on the internet that I didn't want him obviously running off with her, which he laughed about basically, and made light of. He's 23. Come on. He gets different younger, hot women every week. He sent a photo of himself to me. He was very dark complected, short hair, but I guess a woman would say fairly good looking. He was articulate, a college dropout, but seemed to have a kind of nastiness to his attitude. He assured me he was physically equipped for what I wanted and if I wanted I could check. I declined. The next day I sent a photo of "Dave" to Jodi at her home email address saying top secret/personal, along with a note from "Darryl" saying the offer for that hot night or maybe even more than one night still stood. But I threw in an extra: I said that I couldn't wait forever and there were surely other nice Asian Interracial Gangbang Taylor Wayne Watching My Mom Go Black Asian Interracial Porn had trouble holding her by the ass cheeks while she had ahold of the back of his neck. "Damn, I can't even move," she said, laughing. Neither could I. I was getting cramps in my legs and if it was possible, would have had one in my cock because it was hard for so long watching her. When they were tired, she asked him if they could get together another time. He told her he would have to get ahold of her, which left her kind of put out. Still, she didn't seem overly angry. Apparently he gave her a ride to the train station and she connected to get a ride home. I got out of there finally and drove back, making it home long before she did. She called on the cell phone and wanted me to pick her up at the statition to take her home and I told her to get a cab. When she got back I was complimenting her tight skirt and the way she looked, although she did look a bit spent. She seemed to want nothing of my advances and wanted to go to bed. I wouldn't take no for an answer that night and fucked her, sometimes mercilessly hard. I got her to orgasm twice -- a big thing for her (or until earlier that day). Sex has never been the same since. I know she would rather be getting big black cock, but I can accept that knowing it for certain now. Some day Darryl may have to send her another email.