Dancing With Fire
A true story taken from
Memoirs of a Naughty Wife
A collection of autobiographical erotic stories
by
Julie Jensen
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This story is also included in the collection "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife, Volume 1" as well as its special online version available on the web at http://www.happyhotwife.com
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Overview by the author
"Dancing With Fire" tells of a very exciting and memorable erotic experience I had in the late autumn of 1983. It is an important part of my memoirs as it turned out to be a pivotal event in my early development as a sexually liberated wife.
That year had been a bit of a hard one for me. In the spring I had had surgery on my back in an attempt to remedy a spinal injury suffered as a result of a car accident a number of years before. Fortunately the surgery was successful but it took a long time for me to heal and recover my ability to be physically active, including sex of course.
In the years previous to this, my husband and I used to go out quite frequently as I very much enjoyed dancing and parties and the opportunities to be sexy and flirtatious that they usually provided. However, in the couple of months prior to the surgery and for nearly six months afterward, we essentially didn't socialize at all. Friends would often come to our place to visit but it took a long time before I felt well enough to begin going out to social functions.
As I gradually came to feel better physically, my husband encouraged me to try going out again. At first I wasn't very enthusiastic but eventually he managed to talk me into going out to a dance that was being put on as a fundraiser for a local charity. Many of my friends were there and it felt refreshing to be out socializing for a change.
Nevertheless, my back was still stiff and painful and, although I had always loved to dance, I was afraid to in case it exacerbated my back problem and slowed my recovery. In a way, I felt like a party-pooper, my presence getting in the way of my friends having a good time. The worst part was that it seemed like everyone felt sorry for me. Believe me, that is definitely not something that inspires self-confidence.
By the fall, I was feeling much better and able to have regular sex again as long as I was careful. I wasn't able to return to work yet but my life around home had pretty much returned to normal. I actually began to feel sexy again and my sex-life with my husband was rapidly getting back to the usual standard.
Once more we began to play out some of our erotic fantasies, most often the one that had become my favourite, the "handsome stranger" fantasy. It was a very simple fantasy that involved me having wild sex with a handsome, usually black, man whom I just met in a nightclub or at a party. It was a scenario that rarely failed to get me aroused and with my husband playing the part of the stranger, rarely failed to help bring on a most satisfying orgasm or two.
One Saturday late in the fall, my husband suggested that we go out to a nightclub in the city. Although a little reticent at first, as we discussed it further, to my own surprise I found myself actually beginning to get excited about it. To my husband's surprise, I agreed to go. The outcome was that when that evening came around, I found myself in a nightclub for the first time in more than a year.
Sometimes things work out in ways you never would have anticipated in a million years. I guess that is a big part of what makes life interesting. My experience that evening was certainly one of those times. I never would have imagined that I would meet my handsome black stranger that night.
Nevertheless, I did meet him and can honestly say that no man has ever brought out the sheer wantonness in me more than he did on the dance floor that night. Although it was almost twenty-five years ago now, I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I hope you enjoy this true story from my memoirs. Any pictures or videos related to this story are available in the special online version of my memoirs along with many bonus articles, photo albums, and videos from my life as a naughty wife. The online version of "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife" can be found on the web at http://www.happyhotwife.com.
Julie Jensen
December 2008
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Dancing With Fire
This story is based on true events that occurred in 1983. Except for Julie and Mike Jensen, the names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.
An enduring fantasy
On her knees on the bed, Julie was practically screaming as Mike fucked her hard from behind, slamming into her with full-length strokes. "Oh yes, baby! Yes, yes, yes! Please fuck me with your big black cock. Please, please, I want it so bad. Fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes ... mmmmmggghh... ". Her voice degenerated into something between a scream and a moan as she started to climax again. Mike couldn't remember seeing her so hot, at least not since their night with Rick and Lilah, almost two years ago.
Mike kept thrusting as he leaned over her, gripping her shoulders firmly with his hands, and spoke in a deep gravelly voice. "Does your husband know, baby? Does he know how much you love my big black cock? Does he know how much you like it deep inside your hot married pussy?"
"Oh yes!" Julie responded as she bucked harder back against him, meeting his every thrust. "My husband wants you to fuck me. He wants you to make me come with your big black cock. Please fuck me some more, please, please. My husband wants you to. He wants you to fuck me hard."
A minute later she was still coming as Mike went over the top and blew his load inside her. He continued thrusting as he pumped spurt after spurt of his semen inside, Julie pushing hard back against him for every stroke. Although they had been fucking steadily for nearly half an hour, he could tell she still didn't want to stop. When he was finished coming however, Mike was spent, his motion gradually slowing to a stop. Even then, Julie still whimpered with pleasure and bucked gently back against him, instinctively trying to keep the action going that had taken her to such an ecstatic high.
When Mike finally withdrew his rapidly diminishing erection and collapsed beside her on the bed, Julie remained up on her knees, still gently rocking back and forth as if expecting someone else to take over her husband's place. As he lay there and watched her in her heat, he would have given almost anything to have another guy there to take over where he had left off and return her to that euphoric state.
Julie felt herself slowly coming back to reality though she still felt like she could take on an entire football team and come back for more. The fantasy of being fucked by a handsome black stranger with a big cock was one that never failed to get her going. Some erotic fantasies worked for a while and then petered out but this one in particular never seemed to lose its appeal.
Mike and her had been discussing and exploring their sexual fantasies for several years now and often acted out little role-plays of erotic fantasy situations. They had tried many different ones but had eventually settled on a few favourites such as having sex in a public place, like a party or a nightclub or being gangbanged by a group of hot guys. The handsome black stranger fantasy was her personal favourite however, and with different variations, it had gradually become their most common fantasy scenario.
It had gotten to the point where sometimes she had little daydreams about it and would find herself getting wet and aroused. She was even a little afraid that Mike might tire of it, or become jealous of her interest in the fantasy stranger, and lose his motivation in pursuing it further. She wasn't entirely sure why the stranger in their fantasies was always black. He didn't have to be. The fantasy of the handsome stranger always turned her on but when he was black, it always seemed to work that much better.
She guessed that it was most likely because of where she had lived and grown up. At this point, she had lived her whole life in the same general area, a part of the country where there were almost no black people, or people of any other race for that matter besides white of course. The idea of having sex with a black man seemed unusual and exotic, and, rightly or wrongly, they did have the reputation of having really big cocks. In any case, the combination of things invariably seemed to trigger something inside her that made her pussy tingle with the desire and anticipation of it really happening someday.
As Julie gradually became more aware of her surroundings, she realized she was still on her hands and knees. She reluctantly accepted the fact that no big black stud was going to magically appear behind her and fuck her, at least not today, so she flopped over on her back and lay beside Mike on the bed. They snuggled up together and almost drifted off to sleep when she felt the sticky wetness leaking from between her legs.
For a few moments she day-dreamed that her pussy was still full of her black lover's come, then shook her head a little and got up to go to the bathroom and clean up. She stood there beside the bed for a moment gazing down tenderly at Mike lying there, apparently asleep. She loved him so much it was almost scary. She would never intentionally do anything to hurt him or endanger their relationship in any way, ever.
When she got back from the bathroom, she slid into bed beside Mike who automatically put his arm around her and pulled her close. She lay there thinking as she waited for the welcome encroachment of sleep. She didn't fully understand why Mike seemed to be so willing to share her sexually with other men but who was she to argue.
She had always been a very sexual person. It seemed that God had chosen to bless her with a powerful sexuality and given her an abundance of the physical assets she needed to make good use of it. Maybe a husband like Mike was part of that. Maybe it was destiny for her to be a wanton woman. She smiled to herself at her flight of fancy. She was still smiling as she drifted off to sleep.
Mike has a suggestion
"My god you were hot that night," Mike stated with a sense of wonderment in his voice. It was a Saturday morning and he and Julie lingered over their morning coffee. The morning sun shone brightly through the kitchen window, belying the chill of a late autumn day. The kids were out of earshot and they had been talking about the memorable sex session they had had a few nights ago. They had played out the handsome stranger fantasy as they had so many times before. This time had been the hottest session ever.
"I would have given my right arm for a good-looking stud to be there to help out," Mike continued. "If there had been, you would have gone for hours, I know it, especially with he and I taking turns. I've never seen a woman look so beautiful or so fuckable."
Julie gave him a somewhat whimsical smile. "Do you think so? Really?" she asked. "I mean about the good-looking stud part. Would you really like to watch a handsome, well-endowed guy, whom we don't even know, have sex with me... make me come like that? Visualize me coming hard all over this stranger's big hard cock, telling him how much I liked it, and begging him to fuck me some more. Are you sure you would really enjoy that?"
Mike opened his mouth to reply but before he could get a word out, Julie went on. "I know you used to like watching me have sex with Rick. And you certainly seemed to enjoy watching Frank fuck me those two times a while ago. But those guys were friends of yours, your two best friends in fact. This might be different."
Mike considered his response for a few moments. Julie was right. It would be different, much better in fact. At least Mike was hoping it would be. Rick was Julie's first guy other than himself since before they were married. The first night he and Julie had been together, it was electric. Rick had been so psyched up for it that he had screwed Julie all night and had apparently done a wonderful job of it. Julie still looked a little wistful when they reminisced about the experience.
Rick, however, could never again come close to matching that first time and he wasn't exactly the type of guy Julie fantasized about. Although she liked him very much as a person, he didn't really have the look that Julie was typically attracted to and besides that, he had an unusually small cock.
Earlier in the fall, another friend of Mike's, Frank, had had sex with Julie twice. Both times were while he was at their house, supposedly giving Mike a hand with a home renovation project he had going. He had a good-sized cock, about the same size as Mike's. Julie had liked it and responded to it very well but, although she liked Frank as a friend, he wasn't really her type either, even less so than Rick.
Mike had loved seeing his beautiful sexy wife have sex with his friends. Nevertheless, now he very much wanted to see her be fucked by someone who really turned her on, someone with a nice big cock, bigger than his. After all, if she were going to experience another cock, it would be nice if it were at least a little bigger than what she was used to. He knew that Julie felt the same way. She had been somewhat intrigued by extra large cocks for a long time, actually ever since she had had a close look at one years ago, when she was a teenager, away from home for a summer job.
"Well Julie, to be absolutely honest, yes I would," Mike finally responded. "If you wanted to of course. I would like it to be someone who really turns you on, some guy that really does it for you and whom you are just dying to have sex with. That is what would make it the most fun for me. I want you to be getting wet just thinking about it. I want you to really like it, not just a little but a lot, and want to do it again, and again. Maybe not with the same guy all the time of course. I might get a little paranoid about that but we can cross that bridge when we come to it, or rather, if we come to it."
Julie looked amused as she took a sip from her coffee mug. She set it down on the table and looked straight into his eyes, unsuccessfully attempting to put on a more serious look. "Aren't you worried that they'll wear me out and I won't have anything left for you?" she said, her eyes twinkling with humour.
They both knew that the question was a joke. One thing they had learned over the years was that Julie's sexual appetite was directly related to how well it was nurtured. Simply put, the more sex she had, the more she wanted, providing it was quality sex of course. The sexual she was, the more sexual she became. Mike knew he had no worries about doing without. He was certain that, with the right stimulus in her sex life, Julie could easily become so incredibly sexual he would have a hard time to keep up.