My husband has always been a good man but he love fish and often drinks beer with the boys. I just think he likes it a lot and as a result I probably feel a little left out sometimes. This story is about a time shortly after we were married and he was stationed in Alaska in the Air Force.

On this particular occasion, hubby came home one day and announced that he was taking leave for a week and going fishing and suggested I go along and read or something if I wanted. It sounded like a good idea, as I liked to read as well as walk in the woods and just relax. He was 22 and I was barely 20. We had been married just a little over a year. He was a crewmember on a transport plane and his Sergeant had arranged to take his crew fishing for Salmon for a week.

We arrived at the fishing lodge and signed in for our cabin. The night clerk was a black man of about 40 and was strikingly handsome and athletic looking. I noticed that he seemed be especially interested in me as he took care of the administrative work, and directed us to our cabin. His eyes kept looking at me and they seemed to move up and down my 5' 9" body as if to say, "Baby you have really got it and I would love to have it."

I found myself thinking about him as we moved our things into our cabin and was sort of wondering what he was really thinking. I was young and was flattered that an older man and a black one at that would be eyeing me. Was he just admiring me, as men often do, or was he thinking naughty things?

I shut it out of my mind as we got things organized and hubby was preparing for the fishing the next day. I decided to get some ice and remembered that the ice machine was near the registration desk so I took the bucket and set off to get some ice. As I entered, I spoke to the night clerk and he said, "Hi, I'm Slim Jim and you must be Brenda."

"Yes, Jim, I am Brenda. I need some ice," as I noticed that he was looking me over good and his eyes twinkled as he smiled and informed me that his nick name was given him in high school when he was tall and skinny and it stuck.

"Will you be fishing with your husband? I noticed that he has signed up for fishing all this week."

"No," I replied. "I am not much on fishing. I love to read and take walks so I will be around the lodge most of the time."

"I hope you enjoy it here. If you like walking, there are lots of trails around here and the scenery is great. I love to take morning walks before I turn in and get my rest before I go on the night shift again. I am just filling in for a couple of weeks here while the regular guy is away on a family emergency."

I smiled, and said, "Thanks Jim, I may try the trails as I love to go for walks." I noticed that Jim seemed to take note of my comment as I left.

The next morning after my hubby left for fishing, I made some coffee and walked out on the little porch and sat down sipping my coffee and looking at the morning sun as it brightened the day. I was thinking of taking a walk up the trail when I heard, "Good morning Brenda. Looks like you are already enjoying the morning here."

I looked up to see Jim approaching in a white jogging suit and sneakers, looking really good. "Yes Jim, it is nice here this morning and I was thinking of taking a walk."

"Well," Jim replied, "I am on my way now and if you want to join me, I can show you a nice trial with some great scenery if you like."

"Sounds great! Give me a couple of minutes and I will be ready," as I moved into the cabin and put on my black jogging suit and sneakers.

As I stepped out and joined Jim, he said, "Wow, you look great in your black jogging suit. I think black is your color."

I giggled and replied, "Thanks Jim and you look great in your white suit and white must be your color." We both laughed as we walked off toward the trail.

We chatted as we walked and soon arrived at an old log that Jim motioned to and said that he often sat there and looked at the bay. I sat down and Jim sat next to me. During our chat as we looked at the boats in the bay, ships at dock, and the fishing village below, I found out that Jim was a school teacher off for the summer and was helping out his good friend who managed the lodge. He and his wife had now been separated for 6 months.

He turned to me and looked me in the eyes and said, "Brenda, you are one beautiful woman. I hope you don't mind me saying that."

I was really feeling weak kneed now and replied, "Of course not Jim, I love flattery... uhhh you are damn good looking man yourself if I may say so." I could see that Jim was thinking something as he put his arm around me and squeezed me a little to which I giggled in encouragement. Jim placed his lips on mine as I responded and let him kiss me. He then said that perhaps he should not do that. That I was married and so young and he just lost control.

"Oh, Jim. It's ok. I'm not angry or anything. That was sweet of you," as I giggled and held his hand. Jim leaned over toward me and I moved to meet his lips again and we kissed again this time a little more passionately and I felt things began to come to life down between my thighs and felt my breast began to swell, (my breasts puff up some when I get horny). I knew that if we should stop before we went too far. I knew where this would lead if I did not stop things now.

Jim looked at me and said, "You are so young and desirable, but I don't want to take advantage of your youth and innocence. I think I should stop this before we go too far.

At that time and age, if you wanted to pull my chain some, just imply that I was immature and didn't know what I wanted. Now that I look back at the events, I think that Slim Jim was a sly fox. He knew that by implying that I was too young, he could get me to take the bait. Regardless, it worked.

I was now considering the idea of busting his black balls. I could tell that this Black Jim wanted this white wife's honey. I was thinking of all the negative things like, he is 40 and black and I am newly married and only 20 and I should not be considering cheating... well not yet anyway.

I responded to Jim's last statement with, "Jim, I think you are right. We need to cool it."

"That's OK my little white honey, you are very sweet, lovely and sexy and any man would want you. You have sure struck a sweet note with me."

We walked back to the lodge and parted with Slim Jim going to his cabin for his rest before his night shift and I went back to my cabin to ponder the events of the morning. I picked up a book and started reading. It was a Romance novel with lots of sexy scenes in it, just what I needed after the morning walk. I caught myself with my hand in my panties thinking of Black Slim Jim. What would it be like to feel his black balls knowing that they were full of his black seed?

I knew that his full aching balls would want to get some relief in my white love canal. Oh damn, stop it! Stop thinking of those things! I am a married woman now! As I read on in my book, there was a salesman who made out with the black maid who made me start thinking of Black Jim and wondering if it would be good. No, I should not do it. I knew that Black Jim wanted this white wife.

I had read where some black men really got off when they could get a white marred woman in bed. I remembered in high school that the black football players were always hitting on the white girls. I had head that one of the coaches wives had given a couple of the players a good time at a party one night at the coaches house. These thoughts were really stimulating me. Stop it I thought.

Needless to say that night in bed I went to sleep with my hand in my panties thinking of Black Jim. The next morning after my husband left for fishing, I made some coffee but stayed in the cabin with a crack in the curtain and watched for Jim to walk by and when he did, he paused a few moments in front of my cabin but I did not come out so he walked on and I watched as he returned. He seemed a bit dejected as he waked by and to his cabin. I closed my eyes and felt inside my jogging suit and knew that I was wet for Jim and I knew now what I would do about it.

I walked to Jim's cabin and gently knocked on the door. Jim opened the door as looked at me for a moment, as I gazed at his black thick kinky hairy chest as he stood there in only the bottom part of his white jogging suit. He said, "Come on in my sweet white honey. This is a nice surprise."

As I entered, I said, "I would love to, my sweet Black Jim. I hope I am not disturbing your rest," and I turned to meet his arms as he pulled me close and kissed me passionately. He knew why I was there.

When we parted kissing, he said, "You are disturbing me but it is in a nice way, sweetie. You don't know how I missed you this morning, I thought I had lost you."

"I had to get my head straight. I knew where this was leading and wanted to be sure I wanted it. I know now that I need you and you need me at this time in your life. I want to be yours and take care of what your wife is not taking care of."

"My sweet white honey, you are just what I need", as he kissed me and pulled me close as I felt his manhood standing erect and hard in his jogging suit against my now tingling and aching hair covered woman hood. He slid his hands inside my jogging suit and felt my naked bottom pulling me closer as we moved our pelvises slowly against each other knowing that we both wanted each other and I knew that his Big Black one would soon be playing in my this white wife's honey pot.

We were now rubbing our hands all over each other and kissing like two horny teens. I felt life a virgin about to get her first cock, yes her first black cock. Jim removed my jogging top to reveal my young perky breast with their hard brown nipples waiting his attention which he gladly gave, suckling like a baby, yes my black baby sucking the milk from my tender white breast as I fanaticized that I was giving him milk with each and every suck.

My Black Jim now removed my bottoms as he licked his way to my clittie and he nibbled and sucked it as I moaned and pushed to meet his mouth and tongue. He was now breathing hard and sweating and then he stood as I pulled his pants down to reveal the most beautiful black pole as it stood there at attention for my inspection and approval.

I knelt down and placed my hand around it and looked at the beautiful flared black head and the clear drops as they slowly seeped from the little slit in the end. I knew this was mine and mine alone today, I knew now that I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. I played with his black balls knowing they were filled with his seed that I would soon make him give to me. Jim pulled me up and lifted me onto the bed as he moved above me and I opened my thighs to welcome my new black lover.

We wrapped our arms around each other as I felt his hard black pole parting my hairy lips and entering into this white wife's wet hot love canal, gently pushing deeper and deeper until I felt it knocking at my womb's door. I was pushing hard against Jim wanting every inch of it, as he slowly pulled back and pushed in and out and in and out. I was now moaning and begging Jim to give me all he had.

"Oh my Black Daddy, give your baby some good loving, God I love it, you fucking black stud. Give it to me, oh I need it, come on!" Jim pumped me hard and fast now as we were now both bathing each other in our sweat as I moaned. Jim was now grunting with every stroke and pulled me hard and tight as I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he pumped me hard and fast, with his full black balls slapping my white bottom hard. I knew that his black balls would soon be spewing, "Yes, oh baby yes!"

I felt his rod start pulsating shooting his seed deep in me. This made me start my orgasm, knowing that I had made him cum, I started shaking all over, then got stiff and then just went limp as he made his final stroke pumping the last of his black seed deep inside my white waiting womb. We lay there relaxed and limp for a few moments then Jim moved off and to my side. We lay there in each other's arms knowing that we both had just had the best sex we had ever had.

I finally spoke, "My Black Jim, you have made me yours. I cannot believe that you made me have an orgasm like I have never had before. I cannot describe it.

"My sweet white honey, you made ole Black Jim so horny I thought I was going to die," and he laughed.

I looked down at his black soft pole laying there, knowing that I had made it hard and then made it soft again. I knew that I was a married white woman and that this black man was hot for her sweet thing.

We laid there for a while enjoying the moment, then I kissed my Black Jim on the cheek and whispered that I would see him the next day if he wanted me to, and giggled.

Jim winked at me and said that I had him hooked and would be looking for me the next day. Jim said, "There is one thing sweeter than a white wife's sweet pussy, it is a young white wife's pussy."

I have to admit that my hubby really had a good time fishing that week and talked about it a lot and his wife had a good time as well but never breathed a word of it till now. You are the first ones I have ever told about this. (What do you think? I don't think I was wrong and I really enjoyed writing this story as it made me horny for Black Jim again, "GIGGLE"!)



  • Anonymous said:
    2 years ago
    I think your story is very sweet. Race has a strange way of twisting moral rights and wrongs. It reminds me of my first lover that was also a black man in his 40s but was so interested in me. We had a wonderful summer of steamy nights stealing moments together as he thought me so much about myself.
  • Anonymous said:
    2 years ago
    Awesome!! More stories please
  • Anonymous said:
    3 years ago
    I never had a black man, I regret this now that I am old!
  • Anonymous said:
    3 years ago
    Loved your story hun, there is something to be said about a black man with a hard cock.....Veronnie