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Race relations in the United States were expected by many to improve after the first black president was elected and then reelected by wide margins. However, recent events involving conflicts between primarily black minorities and various police jurisdictions have caused numerous protests, some of which have turned violent. It is in the backdrop of those demonstrations that I first cuckolded my husband with some of the black protesters, many with prejudices against white people.My name is Tammy, and my husband Billy and I live in a modest home in urban Atlanta. We have a six-month-old daughter who I am still nursing, and I am off birth control and have been trying to get pregnant again. I was twenty-three years old at the time of this story. I have an associate degree, and work as an inventory control specialist for the finance department of a large plumbing supply warehouse. Billy was twenty-five and has a bachelor’s degree in finance and works as a loan officer for a regional bank.Billy was raised in a middle-class family in the Atlanta suburbs and was taught not to be prejudiced against others. I was raised in the country around a lot of good old boy rednecks who were vocal in their resentment of black people. My mother tried to teach me to be accepting of all people, while my father is a racist and always seemed to be out with his drinking buddies. He didn’t have much time for me. I ended up being pretty much on the fence regarding my feelings towards black people.This story begins when I was twenty years old, had just graduated from junior college, and got my job at the plumbing warehouse. It’s a cross-functional job, and although I report to the finance department, I am also expected to be a team player with dotted-line reporting to the warehouse foreman who I relied on to help me with my job. There are six men in the warehouse, four black and two white, one of whom is the black foreman named Calvin. He was in his mid-forties when I started there, and he immediately took me under his wing to give me a good start in my job, providing more mentorship than my direct boss.At least part of Calvin’s helpfulness was likely due to my appearance. I don’t mean to brag, but boys and men have been attracted to me since I matured physically in my junior year of high school. I have a kind of elfish appearance with large blue eyes and should-length, dirty-blonde hair. I’m also five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and ten pounds at the time. I think he especially likes my big, firm and protruding bubble-butt, which seems to turn a lot of black men on. And of course, my breasts being 34Ds on my petite frame makes me stand out no matter what I wear.Calvin is very generous with his time and guidance for me, and over the first year we developed a very strong bond. As strange as this might sound, he was protective of me and a father figure, despite his obvious attraction to my body. We were able to talk openly and freely about almost anything. We also tease one another, sometimes with sexual overtones. He also uses foul language, tells dirty jokes, and teases me about my big ass and tits. Billy knows that Calvin is my best friend at work, and he likes the fact that I have an older man to look out for me there. He even knows about the naughty teasing and doesn’t seem to mind.The year I turned twenty-three, there were several important stories in the news regarding the claims of excessive use of force by white police officers against black boys and men. There were protests and some violence in many cities, including Atlanta. Calvin was extremely upset by the use of force issues. We talked about it at work, and while I did not agree with all his opinions about who was most at fault for the tragedies, I still feel his pain. He is my good friend and I wanted to support him however I could.One day he told me that he and a couple of his friends were going to join the protests in Atlanta, only being able to go into the city at night, after work. I had seen on the nightly news reports that there were a few white people mixed in with the black protesters, and I told Billy that I wanted to go there with Calvin to support him.We argued about it for quite a while, and then he agreed to let me go saying, “I can see that you won’t take no for an answer. I’ll be so worried about you down there, especially if the crowd turns violent, and you being white and all.”I responded, “Thank you for understanding, honey. I know that Calvin and his friends will protect me from any harm. I’ll use my breast pump to store milk ahead for you to feed the baby. I don’t know how many nights Calvin plans to join the protest, but I want to be there every time. He might not want me there either, but I plan to go anyway.”The next day at work I told Calvin about my plans to join them. He looked very concerned when he said, “I really appreciate the support, Tammy, but it might not be so good for you to be there. You and I have a good relationship, especially for an older black man and a pretty, young white mother. My friends can be very hardcore in their dislike of white folks, though. I just don’t know how they’ll react to you, and I don’t want you to be treated badly.”I replied, “Calvin, I think I understand your concerns, but this is something I have to do. I know there might be a little risk, but you’re important to me and I want to support your cause. Please don’t shut me out. I think I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”He realized how serious I was about it and said, “Okay, sweetie, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t know if I can control the strangers in the crowd. Those men might say some pretty nasty things to you, so you better be ready for that. And just so you know, my friends can get vulgar too, and I’m not going to ruin my friendships with them by always interceding on your behalf.””One thing in your favor, though, is that they will love your big, tight ass and those humungous tits of yours, especially now that you’re nursing your daughter. They are forty-eight years old, like gaziantep escort me, and still think they’re players. Don’t be surprised if they make a move on that booty of yours. If you still plan to go after hearing all of that, then you can ride with me, and we’ll leave right after work.”I was used to having sexually oriented conversations with Calvin, but that was the first time he was so specific about men’s attraction to my ass and tits and that his friends would be hitting on me. And he was right about my tits being an attraction, since they had grown to full, round and heavy 34Es with me nursing. I certainly had no intention of having sex with any of those men, but it was still exciting knowing that I would likely be the center of attention with them.My sex life with Billy was frankly kind of boring and routine, and we mainly just had vanilla, missionary sex while we were trying to get me pregnant. He also has what I now know is a small dick, and thankfully, his one kinky habit is to eat me out before and after we fuck, and at other times as well, which always gives me orgasms.We drove down to the city and parked near the Underground Atlanta area, where we met the other men. His friends, Chester and Otis, were waiting in Chester’s full-size conversion van just finishing up their beers. Those men, like Calvin, are all ruggedly handsome, blue-collar black men, with dark complexions. They are over six feet tall, look fit and muscular, and weigh probably one hundred and ninety pounds.We got out of the car and Calvin introduced me to the men. They didn’t seem all that happy to have me there, at least not at first. Otis asked Calvin, “Do you really think it’s safe for any of us to have this cocoa puff with us? She might get us in a load of shit with the other protesters.”Calving chimed in saying, “You might be right about that, Otis. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wanted to support the cause. We’re good friends, so let’s just be careful and stay alert to what’s going on around us, so we can get out quickly in case of any trouble.”I found out later that ‘cocoa puff’ is a slang term for a white woman who fucks black men, and sometimes has their babies. It originated from the cereal of the same name that turns white milk into chocolate milk. I couldn’t imagine that he thought I was fucking Calvin, and he was likely just trying to be funny.We walked down an alley to the main drag and joined the protest. Being part of a protest was a new experience for me, and it was very exciting. At one point Calvin and I were in front of his friends, and I overheard Chester say to Otis, “Damn, Otis, that white bitch is a real Negro magnet with her booty and those big milkjugs. I’d love to tap that shit and breed that little white pussy for her.”Otis laughed and said, “Yeah, no fucking shit, man. I’ll bet that Calvin has already gotten his huge cock wet inside his little slut friend there and slimed her hole for her.”Calvin heard them say those things too, and he just glanced over at me, smiled, and raised his eyebrows. I wasn’t too sure whether his reaction was acknowledging that he warned me about those men, or if he was giving me a sign that he was pleased that they thought he might have already fucked me. I got the feeling that his friends wanted me to hear them. I have to admit that being objectified in such a crude, sexual way by them was arousing to me in a way that I didn’t fully understand at the time. Maybe it was their boldness and the sense of strength and masculinity that I got from them, giving me the impression that they wanted to dominate me sexually.My husband is very placid by comparison to those men, and much less likely to take charge sexually that way. My pussy got very wet at the suggestion from Otis that I might already be fucking Calvin, and I was actually visualizing it. I could hardly believe that I was getting turned on by their comments and beginning to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by him.We had been marching for over two hours, and I had been getting derogatory comments from other men on the street. I never really felt threatened, although I did wince at times, and just wrote it off to those men showing off for their friends. They called me other slang names too. Some examples are; chocolate dipper, marshmallow, flour bag, coal burner, night-rider and snicker licker. Calvin and friends never tried to intervene, maybe due to their fear of starting trouble, or even likely because they enjoyed watching me squirm. At about 8:30 pm, Chester said that he needed to get home, so we went back to the car and van and left the area.Calvin was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride back to my car. He kept glancing over at me, and I had the feeling that he wanted to say something and kept changing his mind. I did get him to talk by asking him to explain what some of those slang terms mean. As I expected, they are all variations on the theme of white women who dated, sucked, and fucked black men. Then we talked a little about work as we arrived at the warehouse.Billy was surprised when I got home so early, at only a little after 9:00 pm. We sat at the kitchen table and talked as I pumped milk from my painfully-swollen breasts, to store for the baby. He wanted to know how it went, and I told him everything, including all the things that I overheard Calvin’s friends say, as well as what the other marchers shouted at me.He was surprised by the crudeness of their comments and said, “Damn, honey, did it upset you when you heard those things? Tell me how it made you feel? I’m guessing that you won’t be going back again!?”I paused for a few moments, so I could choose my words carefully, and I had no intention of lying to him. I watched Billy to carefully gauge his reaction when I said, “Calvin warned me to expect some vulgar comments, so the things that the strangers said didn’t really bother me that much. I have to admit, though, that it did make me feel like a slut to be in the presence of all those black men, who glared at me when the comments were made. It was as if they thought I really was a black cock slut and fucking one or all of the men I was with.”My response didn’t seem to upset Billy, and in fact I thought I saw him reach down to tug at his crotch during my comments. I was surprised that he might be getting a hard on from hearing about those experiences. I continued saying, “Please don’t get upset, honey, but the things I overheard Calvin’s friends saying affected me even more. I found myself getting aroused and wet when they talked about my big ass and tits, and how they wanted to fuck me. Then when Otis said that he thought Calvin was already fucking me, I began to visualize it happening. I’m sorry, Billy, but after Otis said that Calvin has a big cock, I’m started to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by a big one.”I expected Billy to get angry with me; although I saw that he was actively rubbing his crotch and not even trying to hide it. He said, “Back in college, I heard some of my friends talking about black guys having large cocks, and how white girls and married white women liked to fuck them. I thought it was all bullshit. I did wonder, though, just how big their cocks are. Now, hearing about your experiences tonight, I can see that some black men clearly do have a taste for white women. You don’t think those men would try to fuck you, do you, Tammy? I have to admit that hearing all this has gotten me a little turned on, but I’m not sure that I would want that to happen to you.”Hearing Billy talk about what his friends were saying in college and knowing that it corroborated some of what the black men were implying, made me think that black-on-white sex might be more prevalent than I ever imagined. I had never had sex with anyone except Billy. Although I had never seen any other cocks, I knew that Billy doesn’t always satisfy me with his dick. The idea of trying a bigger cock seemed better and better to me.I didn’t know whether Billy was totally against the possibility of me fucking those men, or if he might be hinting that I should try it. After all, in the same breath that he mentioned being a little turned on, he also said that he wasn’t sure about it happening with me. He didn’t say no. I was getting excited by his potentially positive attitude about it, and didn’t want any ambiguity on something that important.So, I asked, “What are you saying, Billy. You damn well need to be sure how you feel about this, unless you think you’ll feel better if I make the decision. I don’t plan on starting or doing anything with those men. But, if an opportunity arises, I need to know where you stand.”Billy seemed a little excited when he responded, “I just can’t get the arousing picture of you fucking a big black man out of my mind. In my heart I would never want that to happen, but my dick is telling me that it does. And you’re right; I don’t want to make this decision. I think it is your decision more than mine, and those men will probably never push it that far anyway. If you ever get a chance to at least look at their cocks, though, I want to hear you describe how big they are. One thing you do need to worry about is that you aren’t on birth control anymore. We’ve been lucky with the rhythm method at different times in the past. If anything were to happen, though, they need to wear condoms. You also need to keep your fertile times in mind, in case you get carried away with no protection.”I could hardly believe Billy’s or my reactions to the black men’s comments, and his curiosity about black cocks. It just goes to show that we never know how we’ll feel about something, no matter how unlikely or repulsive we felt about it previously, until it arises at a time when we are most receptive.My schedule at work the next day was such that I didn’t run into Calvin until quitting time, when I was standing by his car waiting to ride with him to the rally. He gave me a funny look when he saw me, almost like he was surprised to see me there.We headed downtown, and he said, “I didn’t expect to see you here today, Tammy, especially after all the comments and rudeness that you were subjected to last night. Didn’t any of that bother you, even when Otis speculated about you and me fucking? And how do you feel about what Otis said? Have you told Billy about it to get his reaction?”I wanted to let Calvin know how I felt about him, without totally revealing my potential willingness to have sex with him. I replied, “As you know, I’m very fond of you, Calvin, and have been almost from the first moment we met. I’ve always seen you as a handsome and strong man. Up until last night, however, I saw you as more of a mentor and father figure. After hearing Otis’ speculation last night, I was flattered that he thought we might be having sex, and I now see you in a new light.”My words sunk in as he kept glancing at me as he drove the car, anticipating what I might say next. Then I continued, “I’m especially curious about you having a huge cock, since the only one I’ve seen in real life is Billy’s little white one. So, Otis has made me realize that I do have a sexual attraction to you. Given your questions, I’m assuming that you’re also attracted to me in that way. If I wasn’t happily married, I’d love to be your little cocoa puff. At least now that I know you have a big cock, I can tease you about it the way you tease me about my big ass and tits. To be honest, I would like to see your cock sometime, just so I know what Otis is talking about.”Calvin went through the positive emotions of hearing me say I was attracted to him sexually, only to be deflated when I implied that I couldn’t fuck him since I’m married. Then he said, “You haven’t told me yet if Billy knows what happened last night and how he feels about it. And just so you know, there are a lot of married white women who love fucking big-cocked black men, with the submissive husbands’ eager approval and involvement. Did you tell him about last night, and if so, how did he take it.”I knew that I couldn’t tell him the whole truth about Billy’s reaction and I replied, “Yes, Calvin, I told him everything that happened last night. He took it a lot better than I thought he would and was even rubbing his dick when I mentioned Otis’ comments. He’s pretty timid and not very forceful with me in family matters, and even though he said it was my decision, I’m sure that he doesn’t want me having sex with other men. He’s also concerned since we’ve been trying to get me pregnant again, and I’m not on any birth control right now.”Calvin might have realized that there was at least the potential to fuck me, primarily based on whether he could convince me to do it. I knew that he was excited about me being unprotected when he said, “I had no idea that you two were trying to have another baby. I love to fuck white women bareback, and never wear fucking condoms since they ruin the feeling for me. It’s much more enjoyable when there’s a possibility that they are fertile. Some white women even get off on taking the risk of getting pregnant. And about that other thing, anytime you want to get a good look at my cock, just say the word. You need to experience what a big, thick and meaty cock looks like, especially since you said that Billy’s dick is small.”I laughed to lighten the moment and said, “Your attraction to me is flattering, Calvin, and I appreciate the offer to see your cock. Maybe I can get a peek at it in the storage room at work sometime.”We continued talking about what was obviously an exciting new dynamic in our relationship, and soon arrived at the parking lot near the Underground. The other men were already there, and we headed to the rally. We were marching for almost two hours when the rally took an ugly turn. Some of the marchers were starting to break windows and throw rocks at the police.That’s when Calvin said, “We better get the fuck out of here. None of us wants to be injured or go to jail. It’s still early though, so let’s get a few drinks at a neighborhood bar that I know of in Grove Park.”I know enough about the city to be aware that Grove Park in Northwest Atlanta has a predominately black population and reasoned that it must be a black bar. I wasn’t worried though, since I was with three strong black men. We arrived at the bar, and the parking lot was only about half-full, since it was a work night and because of the protest march. We went in and took a big booth in a dark corner at the back of the lounge area. The other men there were looking me over knowingly, as if they thought I was some kind of whore, being a buxom, young white woman with three black men.That was to be my first opportunity to drink alcohol in fifteen months, since I abstained while I was pregnant, and then while nursing my daughter. I had enough milk stored at home to last at least three days, and I was looking forward to getting a buzz on. The men took turns ordering drinks, and within a half hour I had drunk three margaritas, while the men were mostly sipping on their beers. We were talking about a variety of subjects, including the protest march, and I realized that my mind was getting a little fuzzy.Chester is probably the man in our group who is the most biased against white people. He soon started talking about how he thought black people are owed reparations for the past sins of white society. I usually thought it was a bad idea to discuss politics, religion, or racial matters, and probably wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been so pleasantly inebriated.We disagreed on almost everything regarding the need for reparations, and my foggy mind finally challenged him by saying, “Look, Chester, there’s no fucking way that the government is obligated, or could even afford, to financially compensate even a subset of the black population that way. So what else would you want that’s doable and makes any sense?”He thought for a moment and said, “Okay, smartass, I think that black men should be able to choose any white women they want, whether married or not, and breed them. That would help make up for all the atrocities in the past, dilute the white race, and put more babies into the world with dominant black genes, even if they would be mixed race.”I knew that he was just trying to irritate me with that ridiculous comment, and I responded, “There’s no way that our society would ever approve something like that, and you know it. And besides, from what my husband and Calvin told me, there’s already quite a bit of interracial sex going on anyway, mostly with black men fucking white women.”Someone had started playing songs on the juke box when Chester replied, “Yeah, Tammy, I know all about that cuckold stuff. When I was younger, I had a few experiences with white wives and their wimpy-ass husbands. Let me ask you a question. You agreed with a couple of my previous points on the need for reparations. So, you tell me, what would you be willing to do personally to make things right?”Chester was putting me on the spot, and all three men stared at me as I considered his question. They knew that I had at least some understanding of the cuckold lifestyle because of what I said earlier, and the atmosphere seemed to be sexually charged. That’s when I focused on a song that was playing and thought that I had found a way out.I smiled at Chester and said, “Well, this probably won’t be that exciting for you, but I would be happy to dance with you guys, if that helps even a little. I’d like to start with Calvin since we’re friends at work.”Calvin stood up and I gave him my hand as he responded, “I’m glad that you and Chester could negotiate a compromise. This sounds like a really good start.”Chester and Otis looked on smiling as Calvin led us to the dance floor, which is only a few feet from our booth. I was still woozy, so I closed my eyes and held him tightly for balance as we danced to the slow song. I was in a dream-like state, and due to our differences in height, my head was resting on his muscular, upper chest, and my breasts pressed against his lower chest. I also felt the strength in his arms as he held me against him with his arm around my back, and our legs closely entwined. He had the pleasant, musky odor of a man who works for a living.

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