Interracial Erotic Stories

My name is Diane. I want to share something that happened to me when my husband and I ventured into an interracial experience. I am not one of the beautiful people that are in many stories here. I am just an average looking mother and housewife. I am 50 years old and my husband (Don) is 52. We have been married for 31 years. We have 3 grown children who are out on their own. I am 5'2", 110, 34C and wear a size 6P. I walk daily and do aerobics at least once per week. I would like to think that I am in good shape. (except for the wear and tear of giving birth, and the never ending perils of gravity) J Don is 5'8" a bit overweight and not very endowed. He does not exercise at all and has a high stress job. Over time our sex life has diminished. We talk a lot and have shared some fantasies with each other. His fantasy has always been to watch me with another man, preferably one that is well endowed. He even suggested a black man. One of my fantasies was also to try a well endowed man and I secretly wanted to try a black man but didn't share that with Don. Anyway, we joined an interracial site called and have been looking through the various categories. We were both amazed at the popularity of interracial experiences. After surfing through the many categories, we agreed to meet a black man. One section was an "advertising" area for people wanting to get together. We began e-mailing two men from our region with the plan of pursuing some type of get together. We narrowed it down to one and have been e-mailing him for a few weeks. He seemed to be a good candidate for what we wanted. He is 42 years old. He sent pictures and is very well endowed. He boasts of 8 inches and very thick. (Hubby is slightly over 5") Don and I talked about this and agreed to the meeting. Our plan was to meet at a major hotel at a halfway point since neither of us can take a chance of being recognized. Don agreed to let me be alone for the first time. I explained that I would be too nervous with him in the room. Our plan was to rent two rooms that abut with an adjoining inner door. He would be next door while I met with my new lover. During the week leading up to my "date", I had feelings of apprehension, fear, and excitement. Anyway, the day finally came. Don and I checked in, paid for the two rooms and headed upstairs so I could bathe and get ready. The clerk looked a bit confused on us getting two rooms, especially after signing in as husband and wife. Once in the room I started to get ready. I bathed in fragrant bath oils, shaved very neatly and laid in the tub letting my mind wander on what was in store for me. For my grand evening I planned to dress very conservatively, since I am an "older" married woman. I selected a simple black cocktail dress, with matching bra and panties and only 2" heels. Nothing exotic here. We agreed to meet at the dining room at 7 p.m. The time had arrived and we headed to the dining room. I saw him the moment I entered the lobby. His name is Derek. He was much better looking than his picture, standing about 6'2" and weighing well over 200 pounds but I couldn't see any fat. He was articulate and a great talker which put me at ease. I have been a nervous wreck since we set the date to meet. I donвt know if my nervousness was due to this extra-marital affair or that I was going to experience a long time fantasy of mine. From the e-mails we shared, I had learned that he was single, a construction worker from New York and had been with several white women, married and single. He had even sent us some photos of him and other women he had been with. After dinner we went to the lounge for drinks. I normally have no more than two glasses of wine in an entire evening. This evening I had three glasses of wine with dinner and had two cosmopolitans in the lounge. The band was playing and he asked me to dance with him. I could feel the size of his bulge on my stomach and I got both scared and aroused. The wine and cosmos took effect and I told Don that I was ready to go upstairs. I donвt know if my head was spinning from the alcohol, from the excitement of the evening, from the bulge he continuously pressed into me, from the thought of what was going to happen, or a combination of everything. Don knew that I was excited because of the way I kept snuggling to Derek, dancing every slow dance with him and hanging on every word he said. We received quite a few stares from the other patrons. Derek and I left to go to our room while we left Don there to pay the tab. I leaned over and kissed Don while rubbing my hand up his thigh. He was hard as a rock. I knew that he was excited about this happening as well. As soon as we entered the elevator Derek began rubbing my ass and cupping my breasts, telling me how good I looked and that I would be having the time of my life. All I could think of was that large bulge in his pants and all those myths I had read about concerning black men, their size and their stamina. I guess I was going to find out if it was true. I had goose bumps all over. He had asked earlier about my sex life and was excited to hear that he was the first black man I had ever been with. He even called me a virgin. It's been a long time since anyone ever referred to me as virgin anything. The time has arrived. My heart was pounding as we got to the door.