It was almost nine o’clock in the morning when I awakened again. What a night it had been. I had never had so much sex in my life. The hand towel between my legs was soaked, and I was feeling a little sore down there. I had to go to the bathroom, and I also needed a shower. The products of our love-making made me smell egregiously. I had often fantasized about sex with a black man, but I never had expected it to really happen. Now it had. I was a very sexually satisfied woman, and I was sure there were more good times in my future......... .

After nine years of marriage and two beautiful boys I had to call it quits. My husband had cheated on me for the last time. God knows how much sex he had with other women while I was busy bearing and raising our two sons.

I thought I had an ideal marriage until late in my second pregnancy. When a friend reported that my husband was having an affair with a coworker I could not - or did not want to - believe it. The mother of his new sex partner called me to confirm the truth. She did not like the thought of her daughter having such an affair with a pregnant woman’s husband.
I forgave my husband that time, and also the next time I caught him cheating. I did leave him for a couple weeks, but I succumbed to his pleading and promises that it would never happen again. A wife always wants to believe such things.

The last straw was the phone call from another of his paramours, informing me that she was pregnant with his baby. My divorce followed immediately. I found a job, and started a new life.

During the next two years I dated three men, all coworkers. I found that men seem to like divorcees for dating. The big negative is that those men anxious to date divorcees are only interested in sex, not marriage. And the sex was not good, either.

The company where I was employed had about fifty employees. One of the two black employees was our shipping manager, and I saw him daily. He was always so pleasant, had a good sense of humor and very polite. He was always kidding us women and offering to take us dancing. I never paid much attention to his offers of dating and dancing, I don’t think any of the women took him seriously.

During our company picnic we women got to see more of Dean. He was about six feet tall, and he weighed over 200 pounds - all muscle. I think a lot of us women mentally undressed him that day. He played with the young children on the shore or in the shallow water, so he was always there for our hungry eyes. I know that my pillow really got a good workout that night. Women know what I mean.

About a month after our picnic I had to go into the hospital for surgery. The office sent me flowers and a card, but only Dean came to see me. I was pleasantly surprised when he showed up that evening. He offered to drive me home the next day, and I accepted. It would save me the cab fare.

The next day Dean took a late lunch hour so he could drive me home. After parking at my apartment he insisted on carrying me into my living room. I did not need it, butt I liked it. We had stopped at the pharmacy for my medicine, but we could not wait for it. Dean had to return to work, but he did pick it up and brought it to me later that day.

When Dean appeared with my medicine I invited him in for coffee. He could not stay, but I did take his hand and squeeze it. In return he kissed me on the forehead. Again, my pillow and I had a nice evening.

Dean had gone to a community college on a football scholarship, and he was an avid sports fan. A few weeks after my surgery he asked me if I would like to take my boys with him to see a football game. I was not too keen for it, but I knew my sons would be thrilled. They liked him, and hung on him all during the game.

A few weeks later he asked me to attend a basketball game. He managed to get two free tickets from a friend. He offered to buy two tickets for my boys, but they could not sit with us. We decided to hire a babysitter for the boys instead of paying the high price for tickets. Dean insisted on paying for the sitter, too. I am not really interested in basketball, but I would be able to get out on a date with a good friend.

We sat in very good seats, and Dean knew several of the people around us. Before the game finished he told me that we had been invited to attend a party at the hotel where the team was staying. Dean knew that I was hesitant, but when he promised we would only stay one hour I accepted the offer to go. I did call home to notify my fifteen-year-old sitter.

There were a couple dozen people at the party. I was surprised by the number of white wives or girlfriends with the black men. Dean told me that about half the black team members had white wives. Two of the team wives were obviously pregnant. He introduced me to his good friend and the man’s white girlfriend. We four sat on a couch with our drinks, and engaged in small talk.

Very soon Dean put his arm around me very lightly. I think he was waiting for my reaction, so I smiled at him. With that tacit permission he hugged me a little tighter. It felt good, and sent little tingles all through me.

After our second drink I was anxious to go. So was Dean. He kept his arm around me all the way to his parked car. I felt very self-conscious walking that way past so many hotel guests, but no one seemed to pay any attention to us.

On the way home we talked about the white women having black husbands. Dean told me that he had been married to a half-white woman for three years during and after his college days. He told me that she divorced him because he was unable to father a child. "The two doctors that we went to said that I have a low sperm count," he said. "The only way I could become a father is if they took my sperm and put it in a dish with my wife’s eggs. That would have cost ten thousand dollars. Instead, she divorced me."

It was late when Dean brought me home. After he paid my sitter I thanked him for the nice evening. That time I put my arm around him. In return he hugged me and kissed my forehead. I pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the lips. We embraced and kissed a couple more times before I broke away. It was very late, and we both had to work in the morning.

Dean worked weekends as a bouncer at a black night spot in town. He also played a trumpet there sometimes. He was always asking us women to visit him there and dance with him. One week three of us decided to take him up on his offer. Well, one woman dropped out the next day because her husband would not give her permission. Then on Friday morning the other woman said that she had to back out. That left only me. Dean was so dejected. I wanted to go, but not alone. At noon Dean told me that he would like to take me to dinner and then to the nightclub for dancing. It was perfect timing for me. One weekend a month my sons stayed with their father and stepmother, and they would be gone that weekend. I readily accepted his offer

The restaurant where Dean took me was downstairs from the club. Everyone there knew Dean, and he introduced me to several people. I noticed that when he introduced me to fellows he always called me his girlfriend, but to others I was just a friend. I did not mind.

That was a wonderful evening. I danced several dances with Dean and many other dances with his friends. There were several white women there, but I only saw one white couple. Dean was a wonderful dancer, but so were several others.

The only think that spoiled the evening was the foul and suggestive language that I had to endure. One man came to our table and remarked, "You got yourself a nice chick there, Deano. Can she take all of that cock you got? She looks like you’ll split her wide ope with one or two jabs." They both laughed, but it was not funny.

I had thought about such things many times after I had dated Dean. I remember in high school that some of my friends had seen a couple black basketball players changing clothes in the locker room, and for several days they talked about the huge penises those teenage boys had.

Dean had promised to take me home by midnight. Since he was employed as the bouncer he would have to return to be at the club when it closed. By eleven o’clock I was anxious to leave. I had not slept much the night before just thinking about what I would like to have Dean do to me that night. Hearing that he had to rerun to the club was disappointing, but if we left earlier we could still have time for some lovemaking.

Well, shortly after eleven his boss came over to our table. He smiled at me before looking at Dean. "Deeno, you might as well take your girlfriend and go. Your are so anxious to get into her panties that you are a nervous wreck, and you’re no good around here," said Mr. Miller.

Then he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "I don’t blame him for wanting to empty his ‘nuts’ in you. You are a very pretty lady. Take him home and drain him real good. He needs it."

Deano grabbed me and led me to the dance floor where we had one last dance. He hugged me tightly, pressing his very hard penis against me. He kept whispering I my ear what he was going to do with me when we were in bed. I liked feeling him so close, and even his sex talk excited me. Normally such words would have turned me off, but I was so eager for him.

Once we were inside my apartment Dean hugged me so tight I thought he would crush me. I had to break away and rush into the toilet. I removed my soaked panty and decided to wash down there to be fresh for anything that Dean might do. I left off my panties after washing.

Dean was waiting outside the bathroom door. He grabbed me, lifted me up , held me tight and kissed me passionately. After he set me down he put his hand under my dress and said, "Oh, God, I want you so bad." Then his hand went up farther and he discovered that I had removed my panties. With a big smile he picked me up and carried me into my bedroom and gently deposited me on the bed. He lifted my dress and quickly moved his face between my legs. I opened wider so he could see what he wanted to see. He was like a maniac, burying his face in my genitals, kissing, licking and biting me down there. He was a little too rough, and I had to push him away.

My last date - about a year ago - had left two condoms, and that afternoon I had placed them on my dresser. When Dean stood and began removing his clothes I pointed to the condoms and told Dean that he would have to use one. "I can’t make babies, and I don’t have any diseases," he said. "No way will I use one of those things." Before he finished talking he had moved back onto me. I did not even have time to see his penis, but I soon felt it entering me. He was not too gentle, and it hurt a little. His penis was obviously very thick. Although it hurt a little it also felt good. "God, you’re tight," he whispered, as he pushed his penis rather forcefully into me.
When Dean was barely inside me he shouted out, "Oh, God. No!" He held his penis inside me, and at that moment I could feel the warmth of his semen spurting into me.

Dean did not say a word for the next minute or two. I did not know what to say, either. Only after he had withdrawn his still hard penis and sat on the bed looking away from me did Dean say anything. I think he actually began to cry before he turned back to me and sobbed out how sorry he was. "I am so sorry," he said in a pleading voice. "I don’t know what happened to me. I have never done anything like that before. I am so sorry." I was surprised, and of course very disappointed. I had heard about premature ejaculation, but I had never experienced such an event with my husband or the other three men with whom I had sex.

Dean walked out to the kitchen. I took off my dress before donning a robe and following him. I told Dean how sorry I was that he had ejaculated so soon, and that I knew such things occasionally happened. I offered to make coffee, and then we could rest a little. Perhaps we could go back to my bed again before he had to leave.

Dean kept repeating how ashamed he felt, and I did my best to comfort him. Of course I was disappointed, but I did not want him to know that. We took our coffee into the sofa and held hands and talked. I hugged him closely, and we had a couple gentle kisses.

After about fifteen minutes Dean asked if he could take a shower. "I think a good, cold shower will straighten me out, and I will be able to really take care of you properly." I wanted to shower with him, but I decided that might excite him too much. Instead I asked him if I could watch. He readily agreed. So, for the first time I was able to see his male parts clearly. His penis was definitely fatter than my ex-husband’s. It seemed to be shorter, but since it was not erect I could not tell for sure. His sex organs were darker than he. His penis was charcoal-black except for the head and the end of the shaft. They were reddish black. I realized that this was probably because he had been circumcised.

I dried his back and thighs for him, and by the time I had finished he had a nice erection. Again he carried me back to the bed. He had not done much talking, but now he began again to tell me what he was going to do to me. Again, at any other time, his language would have turned me off, but I did not mind it at all.

That time Dean was much more gentle. The wild man from earlier was gone. Before he entered me I think he caressed every part of my body. He was so gentle, and I loved to cuddle against his soft, smooth skin. I loved it that he had so little body hair. I had trimmed my pubic hair that day just for him, and he remarked that he liked it. He used his tongue sparingly, but teasingly, and he had me very ready for his penis when he finally entered me.

That time he did not push in so quickly, but teased me by barely putting his bulbous penis head barely inside me and then withdrawing it. "I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before," he kept repeating. "I am going to make up for spilling my load so quick last time."

Well, in my eyes he did make up for "spilling his load"." He felt so good! I had never enjoyed having a penis in me so much. His fatter penis gave me sensations that I had never felt before, but the best was yet to come.

After a few minutes of slowly moving his penis in and out he speeded up the tempo ever so slightly and said, "Oh, God, oh! Then he began ejaculating. Feeling his warm semen inside me brought me so close to having an orgasm, but not quite.

But thankfully Dean was not finished. He realized he had not brought me to that final plateau of pleasure, and he again moving his magnificent organ inside me. That was all it took. In less that a minute I had the most wonderful orgasm that I have ever had. I had never had a vaginal orgasm in my life. I had heard and read so much about them. My husband had tried so hard to give me orgasms that way, but he never succeeded.

When Dean’s sated penis fell out of me Dean looked at the clock. Then he looked at me and said, "The heck with the club. I am going to spend the night with you. My ‘nuts’ ain’t empty yet....You are the best fuck I have ever had. I have never been in a tighter pussy. I can’t believe you have had babies come out of there."

Dean did call the club and tell them that he was unable to get back for the closing, but I guess he told them he would be back at eight o’clock in the morning for his cleaning job. We were soon back in bed together. I had never enjoyed the feel of a man so much as I did that night. It was wonderful. I did not really care for more sex, but the touching, hugging and kissing was gorgeous.

I did not stop Dean when he entered me again later. I was already so satisfied and ready for sleep, but once he was inside me I was wide awake and enjoying the feel of him so immensely. That time Dean lifted my legs up over his shoulders. When my husband had done it I never really liked it, but with Dean it felt very good. I think it must have made my clitoris more sensitive or something, and I soon had another orgasm. And when Dean again flooded me with his semen I almost had another orgasm. But that time Dean lost his erection before he could bring me all the way. Still, it felt so very good.

After some more hugging and a trip to the bathroom I was ready for sleep. I think I did something foolish by fondling Dean’s penis because he soon had another erection. When I turned over to go to sleep he asked me if he could put his penis in me from the rear. I tacitly raised my leg, and I felt his now very erect member gently sliding into me. It was a wonderful way to go to sleep.

Sometime later I think I was awakened by Dean’s gentle thrusting into me. Soon he pushed in hard, stopped thrusting and again ejaculated. I did not know a man could ejaculate so many times in one night, but again I could feel the warmth of his semen. I squeezed his hand to acknowledge what he had just done, and then I was again sound asleep very quickly.

I awakened shortly before six in the morning to go to the toilet. What a mess! I had dried semen on my legs, and fresh semen dripping out of me. When I urinated I think I forced out as much semen as urine. It did not seem possible that a man could have so much of that stuff.

Dean went to the toilet after me, and I was almost back to sleep when he crawled in alongside me. He cuddled up against me, and I could feel his thick penis growing firmer. He pushed it against my behind and reached around to play with a nipple. After very little love-play he again had his turgid organ inside me. All ideas of more sleep were gone. Again Dean placed my legs over his shoulders and he lifted my butt off the bed before he was all the way in. I did not enjoy it at first, but after a few of his gentle pushes it began to feel much better. Again he emptied himself in me. It did not take so long as I had feared. In fact I really did not think he would have an ejaculation. Well, he did, and he gave me another very generous quantity of his semen.

We cuddled and kissed for about an hour. It was almost seven o’clock, and I expected him to get out of bed and shower. I even offered to make hm breakfast. Instead he pushed his still turgid sex organ back into me and began pumping. I did not want any more sex, but I did not resist. Who knows when I would have a penis inside me again? Well, that time I don’t think Dean ejaculated, but he did have a climax. He let me know that, but I did not feel any warmth before he softened He dressed hurriedly and raced out the door.

I lay there rehashing the most wonderful night of sex that I had ever had. I never dreamed that a man could have sex so often in one night, and I never dreamed that I would actually enjoy having a man ejaculate in me so many times. I have always liked the feeling of having the man ejaculate in me, but I think that I had liked it much more this past night. I think that the risky behavior of receiving a man’s sperm which could impregnate me was a big factor, especially considering that the man squirting all that semen into me was of a different race. Dean had told me several times that he could not make babies, but I did not really believe that. Even if he had not performed very good that first time he entered me he did make up for it in a grand and wonderful way.

At work the next day I was worried that Dean might try to be lovey-dovey with me, but he was strictly business. The women in the office knew that I had gone to Dean’s club , so they wanted to know all about it. I told them how much I enjoyed the dancing and most of the dancers, but that I did have to endure some pretty foul language. Of course they wanted to know how far I had gone with Dean. I told them that he had taken me to my door, and that I gave him a thank-you kiss before he departed. He had been strictly a gentleman. I had a feeling that many of them did not belief me. I am a poor liar, anyway.

A few nights later Dean took my boys and me to dinner at Denny’s. At work Dean had never said a word about our intimacies, but that evening every time we were alone he would make remarks about what he was going to do to me that evening. I did not like his talk, and I knew that the boys certainly heard some of it. I decided that he was not going to get in my bed that evening. I would let him know who was in charge.

Back home we had coffee and cake, and Dean played with the boys a little too vigorously. Soon Dean was at my side on the sofa. At first I would not allow him to put his arm around me, but it feel good being so close to him, and soon he was holding me.

After the boys had been in bed about ten minutes something very unexpected occurred. We could hear the boys talking and laughing before suddenly their door opened and my five-year-old son appeared. "We want to talk to Mr. Williams, but not you Mommy." Dean smiled and went into their bedroom, but he left the door ajar. I moved over and eavesdropped.

"Are you going to fuck my mommy tonight?" he asked, giggling loudly with my other son. I was shocked!

After a moment of silence I heard Dean say, "Well, I don’t know. Do you want me to?" That was followed with a resounding "yes" from my boys.

After some more giggling Dean got the boys back in bed and returned to me, all smiles. "Well, I got permission to screw you," laughed Dean. He repeated what I had already heard.

I wanted Dean to leave after hearing that disturbing conversation, but in ten minutes I knew I wanted Dean in my bed again. Dean did not leave until after midnight. Again it was wonderful sex, and Dean made me have two orgasms with his lovely penis.

The next evening I learned what prompted my son’s question the previous evening. Two evenings earlier I had used my babysitter when I attended a baby shower. My older son told me that my sitter’s mother had seen Dean leave my apartment Sunday morning, and she had told her daughter that a black man had spent the night with me. The sitter had told my boys that the man had spent the night so he could "fuck" their mother. The boys did understand what that implied. I was very surprised. And I decided I better find another babysitter.

Dean had promised my sons that he would come over Sunday and fix their flat bike tires. He had dinner with us, and we spent three hours in bed again. It was wonderful sex. I liked him more every time.

That next week I heard some disconcerting news at work. Apparently Dean bragged to a coworker that he had sex a couple times with one of the women in the office. The word spread , and it soon reached me. Of course all the women in the office suspected that I was the woman. When Dean came over that evening I confronted him. He denied telling anyone about our relationship.

But I soon had another problem. My period had not started on time. I was never more than two days late. Afer five days I had the feeling that I was pregnant. I had been there before. I did not say anything to Dean until I bought a test kit, and it showed that I was indeed pregnant. I accused Dean of lying to me about his inability to father babies. He stuck by his low sperm count story. I wanted to believe him.

I waited until a few days before my next period was due before I went to the doctor. He confirmed my pregnancy. When I told Dean the bad news, and that I would have to get an abortion we had our first argument. He insisted that I have the baby. He claimed that he was so happy and proud to be able to be a father.

Well, within two days everyone at the factory heard the news that Dean had "knocked up" the white woman coworker. And I think every employee believed that it was I. I was furious, and I told Dean I did not want to see him anymore. He insisted that he had not said a word to anyone in the workplace. I did not believe him.

The last straw was having our office manager call me in for a chat. She asked me point-blank whether I had ever had sex with Dean, and whether I was indeed pregnant. "Your are causing a lot of gossip and disruption here, and I suggest that you look for another job," she finally said. That day I went home in tears. I told Dean to stay away. I did not want to see him again.

About a week after my second period was due - I was about seven weeks pregnant - I awakened early in the morning with severe cramps in my lower abdomen. I was spotting the sheet, but it was too light for menstrual blood. I called 911, and after I answered their questions they took me to the hospital.

I had surgery immediately to stop the internal bleeding. My baby was growing in my Fallopian tube, and the tube had ruptured. I remained in the hospital for three days.

Later that day I called a coworker to let her know that I was in the hospital and to tell our boss that I would not be in for a couple days. I told her that I had female problems again, but she suspected that it was an abortion problem. I thought she was a trusted friend, but I guess the whole factory knew where I was by the day’s end.

That evening Dean came to see me. Even he did not believe my story. He suspected I had taken something to induce an abortion.

When I returned to work the women in the office were very nice to me. They all suspected that my surgery had something to do with a pregnancy, but I kept them guessing.

Later when I went to Dean’s office to collect the invoices I did not see him. I was told that he had been fired the previous day after he had admitted to impregnating me. He had supposedly been discharged for selling company property without permission. Everyone knew that he had sold some old machinery parts for scrap . The plant manager had told him to get rid of it. Well, that was the excuse for discharging him, but it was pure racism. He had impregnated a white woman, and had bragged about it.

When Dean came around and begged forgiveness I relented and allowed him in my apartment. He was so sweet and very concerned for my welfare. Every day he was job hunting, but he could find nothing but temporary work. I was not too happy at my job, either, and I decided to look around.

Before I started having sex with Dean again I began taking birth control pills. I did not tell him that. I sensed that he wanted to try to make another baby in me. By a month after my surgery he was trying very hard. He was so good to me and the boys. He wanted to move in withe me, but I was not ready for that yet.

About two months after he lost his job he also lost his bouncer job for several weeks. The club was closed for repeated liquor violations. I knew he was getting desperate for money, but I never dreamed he would do what he did next.

One Saturday evening He called me, telling me he was in jail. He said he had been stopped for a traffic violation, and the officers had found drugs in his car. He had two friends in the car, and he said the drugs belonged to them. They had denied ownership.

What he next told me was just horrible. "Since I had that prior drug rap I’ll get seven years for having those drugs in the car. Now here is the proposition: those two guys said that if they can have sex with you tomorrow after they get out on bail they will admit in court Monday morning that they owned the drugs. I know it’s an awful thing, but will you do that for me?" he asked, almost crying.

What could I say? I knew about his drug conviction and his probation. I had to help him. I agreed that the two men could come see me Sunday. "They have to use condoms," I told Dean.

Sunday morning about ten o’clock three men appeared at my apartment. The men said that after the phone call they had changed their demand to include their drug supplier, and that Dean was supposed to call me. The third man was just a kid. He was very tall, and very skinny. I guessed him to be only 18 or 19. The two others were also rather tall, and also very heavy.

The men wanted to watch, but I would not do it that way. I took one man at a time into the bedroom. They were neatly dressed and smelled clean. No problem there. Both men wanted me to suck on their penises first, but I refused. I did kiss the penises of the older men, and I used my tongue sparingly on them in order to help get them hard. They absolutely refused to use condoms, and insisted that Dean had not said a word about that.

The last man already had an erection when he took off his pants. His penis was very long and very thin. His penis had a large upper bend to it, and I even wondered if he could get it inside me without hurting me. Well, he did, and because of that upward bend he gave me some nice feelings. I had heard of the G spot in women, and I guess that is what he was rubbing. He was a quick shooter, though, so the pleasure did not last very long.

After that last man had ejaculated he remained on me and began talking. "Boy, I did not want to pay $100 to fuck you, but you were worth it. I sure hope I can fuck you again. I’ve never fucked a grown woman before, only young girls. I am sixteen now, and only women for me from now on." My God! Only sixteen!

Before he finished dressing I managed to learn from him that the three men had paid Dean money to have sex with me. He had bought and sold drugs for his uncle, and his uncle had rewarded him by bringing him along for sex with me. He did not know the facts, so he did not hesitate to tell me the truth. Dean was not, and had not, been arrested the day before. I cried most of that day.

Sunday evening Deal called he knew that I knew about his duplicity. I told him I never wanted to see him again. He begged for forgiveness, and told me how desperate he was for money and to find a job. I did feel very sorry for him.

I did not hear from Dean all week. His club reopened that next Friday night, so I went down to see him. He was not there. The manager thought he had gone to California to seek a job.

I later called his sister-in-law. She told me that he had gone to Las Vegas to interview for a job as a health club manager.

That was good news, but what she told me next was not so good. She told me that Dean had been married to a white woman when he was in college, which I already knew, but she told me that he had fathered two daughters with her. He was behind in his child support payments.

I have never seen or heard from Dean after I learned more about his past. I will never forget the wonderful times we had. I wish we could have parted ways in different circumstances. That is life.