Every time we talked about fantasies and experiences that she wanted to try, hers were always getting to fuck a black cock, preferably a big one. Her girlfriends had teased her for years about missing out on the “black bang” as they called it. She still kept in contact with many of them. One girl even married a black guy, while another dated a whole series of black guys–one after the other. This just made Tessa that much more curious. Even the porn she looked at was always interracial, a black guy with an Asian girl and rough sex.
Every now and then, when we were having sex and she was in the mood for dirty talk, Tessa would offer up little quotes like:
“Oh, bet you’d love to see me fuck a black guy, wouldn’t you?”
“I want to give a black guy a blow job while you fuck me.”
Or, when it was dark in the room, “Let me have that big black cock inside me.”
Other than those moments, she was actually more on the shy side. I always suspected she never went through with the “black bang” because she just chickened out. As it turned out, I should have kept my thoughts to myself.
After one particularly good night of sex, Tessa had again started her dirty talk. Feeling playful, I called her bluff.
“Tess, you know you would never go through with it. Just like in college, you’re all talk!”
She moved the bed sheet to cover her breasts before softly saying, “Well it’s too late now; we’re married. I never tried it when I had the chance. But if there was a black guy here right now, I would let him do anything to me.”
By that point her voice picked up and she was in a defiant mood.
I chuckled again. “Hey, don’t let me stop you. I’ll even hold your hand while you have sex with the guy. If that’s what you really want, then go for it. Be a little slut for a day once in your life!”
By now it was just a game to me. By getting her to commit to do something crazy that she wouldn’t do, I could then have a good laugh whenever it came up again.
“OK. So you’ll have to watch me do it,” she taunted, offering a final chance to back down.
“In your dreams. I’ll even put the condom on him myself. I promise,” I stated, certain it would never happen.
Tess bent down, put her mouth on my cock, took a final suck of cum off the tip, licked her lips and said, “It’s a deal, sealed by a blow job.”
A week passed and then Tess brought it up. She told me she had thought about it all week, going back and forth between pulling out or going ahead. Apparently, she had even talked to her friend Mia, who not only encouraged her but offered to hook her up.
“We’re doing it next Saturday, you can watch me blow a black guy.”
She emphasized blow, yet it was we’re that caught my attention.
“What do you mean we?” I asked.
Tessa giggled. “You offered. So not only will it happen, but you are going to watch to make sure you know that I go through with it.”
“So where are you going to find a dude?” I challenged. It was my last shot to find a hole in the plan.
“Don’t worry. I asked a guy already. Mia wanted me to fuck James from her apartment building, but I want someone I don’t know, someone random.”
She was serious now, organized even.
“I saw this guy last night in the grocery store. He was tall, he had on a suit and was with his wife. He looked like a stud, so I gave him my cell number when his woman walked off for a minute. I text messaged him today with details and said come and fuck me. A minute later he texted back, asking what time.”
The next week passed slowly. We only had sex once. Midweek she went to get another bikini wax, or make that a Brazilian